Lirieke: Robbie Robertson. It Is a Good Day to Die.

The general rode for sixteen days
The horses were thirsty and tired
On the trail of a renegade chief
One he'd come to admire

The soldiers hid behind the hills
That surrounded the village
And he rode down to warn the chief
They'd come to conquer and pillage

Lay down your arms lay down your spear
The chief's eyes were sad but showed no sign of fear

It is a good day to die
Oh my children dry your eyes
It is a good day to die

He spoke of the days before the white man came
With his guns and whiskey
He told of a time a long time ago
Before what you call history

The general couldn't believe his words
Nor the look on his face
But he knew these people would rather die
Then have to live in this disgrace

What law have I broken? What wrong have I done?
That makes you want to bury me on this trail of blood

It is a good day to die
Oh my children you cry
It is a good day to die

We cared for the land and the land cared for us
And that's the way it's always been
Never asked for more never asked too much
And now you tell me this is the end

I laid down my weapon, I laid down my bow
Now you want to drive me out with no place left to go

It is a good day to die
Oh my children don't you cry
It is a good day to die

And he turned to his people and said dry your eyes
We've been blessed and we are thankful
Raise your voices to the sky it is a good day to die

Oh my children don't you cry
Oh my children dry your eyes
Raise your voices to the sky
It is a good day to die