No one knows where in the Black Hills Crazy Horse was buried after his murder in Federal custody in 1877. The words to this song are from Black Elk's first hand accounting of the event.
lyrics
There they go, all alone;
Two old people with their horses in the snow.
They will not say where.
A white-faced bay and a brown mare.
A buckskin pulls the body,
They will not say where.
It doesn't matter where his body lies now,
It is just grass and dirt,
But where his spirit is:
It is a good place to be!
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