WAKONDA'S way is the way of the wind That blows from star to star; And he who would find Wakonda And the land where the Vanished are, Must follow, follow, follow The west wind in its flight, And lo! he will reach Wakonda And the Land of all Delight! So long is the trail to Wakonda, And the end thereof so sweet, To the feet of the dead their moccasins We tie to make them fleet; And we know they will never wander With cloud or moon or star, But straight will speed to Wakonda And the Land where the Loved Ones are. |