Can we just start over
If you will
And let the Indians
Have their land back
The settlements
Would all collapse
Within flowered fields
And dusty hills
The soldiers
Who’ve died a violent death
Youth laid to rest instead
Their painted faces found
In weathered frames
And golden aged
Just let the Indians
Have their land back
All the slaves
Could have stayed
Where they thrived and died
For more
Than a thousand decades
While our forefathers remained
Framing oaken boards
Settling scores
Amongst famed Royal names
With their sharpened swords
Just give the Indians
Their land back
And in the minds eye
Look around
Try to find the ground
Where your feet this day
Might stand
And forever may
You hear the whisper
Through the winds
Of this great land
God Bless our USA