He is walking through his land with tears in his eyes
He is walking through his land with poison in his skies
He is naked in the mirror sad and stripped and put to shame
And people joke about him but it's really not the same to the buckskin boy

They have stormed into his valleys, they have laid his people down
They have robbed him of his culture in the land that he once found
He is wise in the ways of nature and tired with the ways of man
He is walking in a vacuum that will never understand the buckskin boy

They want to give him half an acre to live out all his years
And everything that is sacred will be sold as souvenirs
And the pipe it has been handed down to young ones everywhere
To the warriors of peace who simply found the need to share

The love inside their souls just the way that Jesus taught
But the battle's always over before it's even fought
God save the buckskin boy
God save the buckskin boy