Though treacherous men may murder me,
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee.
Do not kill, but do not yield;
Bury me in that sacred field.

Though I may be forced to flee,
My heart will stay at Wounded Knee.
Trampled by buffalo’s charging feet,
My body is now coyote’s meat.

But rest assured – my heart will be
Resting forever at Wounded Knee.