Taken from the original pageTecwyn Ifan singing "Gwaed Ar Yr Eira Gwyn. " I have thought about posting this song for a long time, From a tape I bought in Skye twenty-five years ago. Happily now available on CD.Deep in the landThe men sleepTheir bodies lieIn the earth of their landThey lost the dayBetween these hillsTheir blood driedOn the white snowThe men's bloodOn the white snowBlood on the white snowThe valley is coldThe fire extinguishedThe birds flew awayTheir song silencedAn eternal dream died hereThat's the bloodOn the white snowThe men's bloodOn the white snowBlood on the white snowNo cross can be seenNo grave was preparedTheir bodies were abandonedTo lie in peaceThey were abandonedTo sleep like thisWhile the blood remainsOn the white snowThe men's bloodOn the white snowBlood on the white snowThe men's bloodOn the white snowBlood on the white snow"I did not know then how much was ended, When I look back now from this high hill of my old age, I can still see the butchered women and children lying heaped and scattered all along the crooked gulch as plain as when I saw them with eyes still young. And I can see that something else died there in the bloody mud, and was buried in the blizzard. A people's dream died there. It was a beautiful dream... The nation's hoop is broken and scattered. There is no center any longer, and the sacred tree is dead." Black Elk of the Lakota.