Song to the Thunder GodsA
Omaha
Ye four, come hither and stand, near shall ye stand,B
In four groups shall ye stand,
Here shall ye stand, in this place stand.
[The thunder rolls]
Turned by the wind goes the one I send yonder;
Yonder he goes who is whirled by the winds;
Goes, where the four hills of life and the four winds are standing;
There in the midst of the winds do I send him,
Into the midst of the winds standing there.
[The thunder rolls]
Footnotes
A By Alice C. Fletcher.
B The “four” are the four winds.