I see the mighty eagle that flies over my head, guarding me I Feel the power of the bison like an aura all around me As a coyote I wander in this valley Made up prairies and my ancestors' bones I look away into the sunset Distant horizons, forgotten memories I am a legend among the shadows Great Spirit himself gave me my Indian name: Sunset Rider I see the flight of a hawk Over the red rocks around me I feel the fury of the puma flowing in me Like a warm stream As a rattlesnake I wander in this desert Made up red clay and my ancestors' bones