[Verse 1] Come here, my little ones, sit by the flame, I will tell you a tale from where stars came. Long ago, when the earth was young, The šúŋkmanitu tȟáŋka howled his song. He ran through the sky, across the dark sea, A path of stars trailing wild and free. [Chorus] Run, šúŋkmanitu, run through the night, Guide the spirits by your silver light. Over the hills and the silent snow, To the land where the ancestors go. WíyakA he, the Milky Way, Leads them home at the end of day. [Verse 2] The people were lost when the night was deep, Crying for kin who had gone to sleep. But the wolf, he saw with eyes so wide, And said, “Wíčháȟpi oyáte, I’ll be your guide.” He painted the sky with his glowing feet, So every soul their loved ones could meet. [Chorus] Run, šúŋkmanitu, run through the night, Guide the spirits by your silver light. Over the hills and the silent snow, To the land where the ancestors go. WíyakA he, the Milky Way, Leads them home at the end of day. [Bridge] Now when you see the stars above, Know it’s the wolf, with endless love. And when your heart feels quiet and wide, The wakȟáŋ winds carry dreams inside. [Outro] So sleep, my children, close your eyes, The wolf is watching the ancient skies. And in your dreams, let your spirits play Along the path of WíyakA he.
