American Indian love lyrics, and other verse, from the songs of the North American Indians

by Unknown

That little ones may come to us in unbroken succession and we become a people.

Wakonda will make the days beautiful.

Toward the winds of the rising of the sun the days will surely be calm and peaceful.

Toward the winds of the south Wakonda will make the days to be calm and peaceful.

Toward the winds of the setting sun Wakonda will make the days to be calm and peaceful.

Toward the winds of the land of cedars (the north) Wakonda will make the days to be calm and peaceful.

THE TRIBAL PRAYER (Omaha)

Father, a needy one before Thee stands.