The white man's dead forget the country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars Our dead never forget this beautiful earth, for it is the mother of the red man we are part of the earth and it is part of us The perfumed flowers are our sisters, the deer the horse, the great eagle. these are our brothers. The rocky orests, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony. and man-all belong to the same family