Falcon

Well, you can call me Falcon
And you can say it to my face
I live on the Moon
And in every natural place
North of the Red River
Where the snow goes deep
I hunt for survival
I burn the ground where I sleep
When I pass by
When I pass by
When I pass by
Lord, please cover up my tracks
Yeah, you may never see me
I have no natural home
I was taken as a child
To brave the woods alone
Land against any
Without truth and horror
Bring light to my brand
And harm to my home
When I pass by
When I pass by
When I pass by
Lord, please cover up my tracks
My family is all around
I have no family at all
We live in the skins of the buffalo
We can't live life within walls
I can float on the water
I can fly in the sky
I dream of California
I feel the ground I'm going by
When I pass by
When I pass by
When I pass by
Lord, please cover up my tracks
Now, let me find my children
And drag them along with me
We'll take no man's handout
Nothin' given for free
We'll fly like a falcon
To the setting sun
And vanish into the wilderness
To keep off our prawn home
When I pass by
When I pass by
When I pass by
Lord, please cover up my tracks
Oh, they will never find my body
There will be no mortal remains
I'll return to the Red River
Right down to the plains
My medicine is survival
My salvation is my own
My family is a rifle
And my bed is made of stone, yeah
When I pass by
When I pass by
When I pass by
Lord, please cover up my tracks
Cover up my tracks, yeah