Mi compadre buenos noches, goodnight my old friend
I am wandering in my own land and I can't get home
again
We have lost the buffalo, will we be lost like them?
Mi compadre buenos noches, goodnight my old friend

I asked for help in Clarendon, I said I am Standing
Deer
But the trail to my pueblo you've hidden in barbed
wire
I cannot travel by the sun, I cannot use the stars
'Cause the trail to my pueblo you've hidden in barbed
wire

There's only one great spirit for all the tribes of
men
If he believed in hatred, we would not be friends
If he believed in fences, we would not have the wind
No, if God believed in fences, we would not have the
wind

Mi compadre buenos noches, goodnight my old friend
I am wandering in my own land and I can't get home
again
We have lost the buffalo, will we be lost like them?
Mi compadre buenos noches, goodnight my old friend