Big Chief Sleep Easy

Big Chief Sleep Easy

From my kitchen window I see your mountain
Named by nomads as Big Chief Sleep Easy
Footed by arid desert, napping in the sun
          I’m in a trance

I’m in a trance, mulling over the spirit
The spirit that brought you to this sacred place
A spirit that lured you away from hell
          An abusive hell

An abusive hell, a place of disarray,
Chaos, bedlam, where you knew no quiet peace
Where your children, seeking peace, fled for their lives
          Pained, tortured lives

Pained tortured lives, seeking their own solace
Solace in times of disappointment, a must.
A must, essential as earth, wind, water and fire
          To avoid hell’s fire

To avoid hell’s fire you traveled far, died
Died a broken heart, in the mountain’s shadow
The shadow where you lay, the peaceful shade of
          Big Chief Sleep Easy