Go′ da′gya iñhä′po.
Translation
That wind, that wind
Shakes my tipi, shakes my tipi,
And sings a song for me,
And sings a song for me.
To the familiar this little song brings up pleasant memories of the prairie camp when the wind is whistling through the tipi poles and blowing the flaps about, while inside the fire burns bright and the song and the game go round.
14. Dak̔iñ′a daka′ñtähe′dal
Dak̔iñ′a daka′ñtähe′dal,
Dak̔iñ′a daka′ñtähe′dal.