I Was Raised - XIT

Aah aloh aah aloa aah

Aah aloh aah aloa aah

Aloh aloh aloh aloh aah

Aloh aloh aloh aloh aah

Aey yeh lah hoh

As a young Indian boy

I was raised

In the true Indian way

Free as the wind

On wings of white clouds

Those were happy days

I saw beauty

I saw pain

The winter snow

And summer rain

I saw death

I saw birth

The red of the night

And the green of Earth

I was raised

With wise spoken words

And gentle hands

I was raised

By the splendor of life

And became a man

As a young Indian boy

I was raised

With nature as my guide

Free as a fawn

Along the mountainside

Among the butterflies

I would chant

I would pray

Sometimes work

Sometimes play

I would laugh

I would cry

Some of us lived

And some of us died

I was raised

With wise spoken words

And gentle hands

I was raised

By the splendor of life

And became a man

I knew no hate

Of human beings

Only love

And simple things

Bathing naked

In a stream

I saw no shame

In running free

I was raised in Indian ways

I was raised in Indian ways

I was raised in Indian ways

I was raised in Indian ways

I was raised in Indian ways

I was raised in Indian ways

I was raised

I was raised

I was raised

I was raised

I was raised

I was raised