The harvest of fortune is near
No choice, no voice - to describe
These signs are simply and clear
For the destiny of my tribe
I have seen some clouds of dust
Coloured in blanket grey
I've seen the unaccepted trust
In my possible delay
I am a merchant with my souls
I deal with their faith
Their response is my goal
This calling makes my grace
I'm a medicine man
Their confidence was never more
Than in this confused times
They would be disappointed in me
If I don't save them from decline
I took some boundaries of time
The wheel runs on high speed
I'm the fighter against the crime
My decision is to lead
I am a merchant with my souls
I deal with their faith
Their response is my goal
This calling makes my grace
I'm a medicine man
I'm the medicine man
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