These*are the People of the Longhouse These
are the People that you tried to break These
are the People of the Pines Who
Follow the Code of Handsome Lake He
drank your poison swallowed, your fire And
lay with fever four long years He
received a vision so inspired Three
messengers with painted faces appeared On
the Allegheny river at a place called Burnt House The
code was shared for the very first time By
a Seneca chief they, call Handsome Lake With
a Wounded Heart and a sober mind Repeat
*We
**are the People of the Longhouse We
are the People that you couldn't break We
are the People of the Sacred Pipe Who
Follow The Code of Handsome Lake When
the Dark Moon had come to live in your soul Get
in touch with your creator you, are not alone These
are the words That
he had spoken two hundred years ago And
today they still ring true Like
they're carved in stone When
Native life was hurled into the pit By
way of the Canon Rum, and, Greed Oh
a great fire was burned to, let the smoke rise And
show the Six Nations the code was still alive Way
Down Deep in the Bush We
Oh hi ne oh he oh we oh we we (section
repeats 4 times) Repeat
* Repeat
**