I have heard talk and talk but nothing is done . Good words do not last long Unless they amount to something. Words do not pay for my dead people. They do not pay for my country. Now overrun by human . Words do not protect my father's grave. They do not pay for all my horses and cattle. Good words cannot give me back my children. Good words will not give my people good health And stop them from dying. Good words will not get my people a home Where they can live in peace and take care of themselves. I am tired of talk That comes to nothing, It makes my heart sick When I remember all the good words And all the broken promises. There has been too much talking By men who had no right to talk.