"Who can I confide in, who will listen to my woes all day? I'll tell the trees, I'll tell these fields, I'll tell the birch tree's branches high. Hear my longing, juniper and aspen, and listen to my desires. So let the birds deliver my words, and let the treetops pronounce my message."
"I still dream every night Of them wolves, them mustangs, those endless prairies The restless winds over mountaintops The unspoilt frontier of my kith n`kin The hallowed land of the Great Spirit
I still believe In every night In every day I am like the caribou And you like the wolves that make me stronger"