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You're the Indian boy,
I was raised the true Indian way
Free as the wind,
on wings of wild love,
those were happy days
I saw beauty, I saw pain,
the winter snow and summer rain
I saw death, I saw birth,
the red of the night and the green of birth
I was raised with wise spoken words
and gentle hands
I was raised by the splendor of life,
became a man
As a young Indian boy
I was raised
The nature has my guide
Free as a fall
Along a mountainside
Among the butterflies I would chant
I would pray
Sometimes work
Sometimes play
I would laugh I would cry
Some of us live and some of us die
I was raised with wise spoken words
and gentle hands
I was raised by this planter of life
and became a man
I knew no hate of human beings
Only love and simple things
Bathing naked in a stream
Son of shame and running free
I was raised in Indian ways
I was raised in Indian ways
I was raised in Indian ways
I was raised in Indian ways
I was raised in Indian ways
I was raised in a Indian way
I was raised
I was raised