Love Will Lay Hatred Down There’s a woman from Japan folding paper with her hands. Singing songs of peace. Teaching the young. Teaching the old. Teaching the world how to fold paper cranes of peace flying now. There’s a girl in the park making lanterns to float across the river on Nagasaki Hiroshima Day. She lights a candle in the dark. Hoping that it will spark peace the world around. (Chorus) Beauty before. Beauty behind. Beauty above. Beauty below. Beauty all around. Love will lay hatred down. There’s a man in Red Square. Passions to share with the one he’s holding tonight. Kremlin Wall. Lenin’s tomb. Change of the guard. Iridescent moon. Singing a song of love. (Chorus) One stitch at a time from many old designs. A symbol of a world that must come. We will stitch this world together yet. Don’t give up my friends, my love. Words & music by Larry Long Copyright Larry Long 1987; renewed 2023 | BMI

Mad About The Way Things Are When they first arrived, cute boys and girls. Now they got pistols in their hands they love to twirl. They were never asked to come into this world. Mad about the way things are. Momma’s she’s been drinking. Poppa’s not at home. Only time they see ‘em, drunk or stoned. Rich folks treat them like a dog without a bone. Mad about the way things are. Cockroaches on the ceiling. Cockroaches on the floor. Cockroaches getting ready, nuclear war. Momma she’s been screaming at a cockroach on the floor. Mad about the way things are. Never known the country. Never known the likes of peace and quiet. Always in a fight. Running from the man in the squad car at night. Mad about the way things are. Living in the projects. Graffiti on the wall. Freedom of speech in the bathroom stall. Screaming for help. No one hears them call. Mad about the way things are. Listen to the President. Listen to him talk. Listen long enough. Go out on a walk. Steal another car after midnight in the dark. Mad about the way things are. Busting out the windows up and down the block. Got the neighborhood all tied up in locks. Looking at the future. Future hocked. Mad about the way things are. Get a job at McDonalds. gGet a job at Burger King Get a job pumping gas. Buy a wedding ring. Watch your children go through the same thing. Mad about the way things are. Words & music by Larry Long Copyright Larry Long 1987; renewed 2023| BMI

Light A Candle On a winter’s evening in my hometown. Christmas lights are shimmering. Snow is on the ground. Carolers are singing a joyous “Silent Night”, but in black South Africa you won’t find a one candlelight. In a little village on the black side of Cape Town. A little boy is trembling, tears rolling down. Police broke into his home. Saw his candle glow. It’s against the law, my friend, to burn one don’t you know. (Chorus) Will you light a candle for South Africa. Put a light in your window on a cold dark winter’s night. Will you light a candle for South Africa. If we all light candles, surely they will see the light. I might cause a riot. That’s what the police say. To light one little candle even on Christmas Day. How fragile can their order be? What do they have to save? Who can say they are free when so many still are enslaved? Chorus Why must we fight between ourselves and pretend we cannot see? Divide and conquer. Foolish game. State emergency. Nothing can hide such shame, wuch brutality. How much more blood will flow before we are set free? Chorus Words & music: Bob Killian Arrangement: Larry Long

Your Love Your love is like a river. Flowing down to the sea. Soaring high above your waters. When I fall you carry me. Safely home, far from danger. Safely home, to your shore. Safely home, until my wings are mended. Through your love I fly once more. Words & music by Larry Long Copyright Larry Long 1987; renewed 2023 | BMI

Grizzly Bear The grizzly bear is at my door. This life on earth will soon be no more. The lightning strikes. The dark clouds burst. Rivers of blood rising up from this earth. The wind it howls. The wind it screams. The ones I love, who came before are calling me. Bright shooting star petals of dew. The grizzly bear feeds her young beneath the moon. Words and music by Larry Long Copyright Larry Long 1987; renewed 2023 | BMI

Water In The Rain (Honoring the 38) Ho! Tunkansidan Wakantanka Ake anpetu kin de ho uwayedo. Odowan kagapikin hena owicakiyayo. Tunkansidan wiyohpeyata ki ya ho yewayedo. Sunkawakan oyate qa Wakinyan Oyate Kin ounkiyapo. Qa nakun waziyata ki ya ho yewayedo. Hehaka Oyate kin ounsiundapo. Wiyohiyanpantan ekta ki ya. Ho yewayedo. Tatanka Oyate kin hena unicidapido. Itokagata kiya nakun ho yewayedo. Wanage Oyate kin ounsiundapo. Mahpiyatakiya ho yewayedo. Wakantanka onsiunda miye qa ounkiyapo Qa Ina unyaupi nakun ektakiya. Ho yewaye ousiundapo qa ounkiyapo. Ho hecetudo. Mitakuye Oyasin. - Wiyohpeyata Hoksina Grandfather, I come to you this day in my humble way to offer my prayers for the thirty-eight Dakota who perished in Mankato in the year of 1862. To the West, I pray to the Horse Nation, and to the North, I pray to the Elk People. To the East, I pray to the Buffalo Nation, and to the South, the Spirit People. To the Heavens, I pray to the Great Spirit and to the Spotted Eagle. And Below, I pray to Mother Earth to help us in this time of reconciliation. Grandfather, I offer these prayers in my humble way. To all my relations. - Amos Owen Christmastime, think about those who have died. Crucifiedin the city of Makahto, Mankato. Back in the year of 1862, during the Civil War, Lincoln decreed the blacks would be freed, but they hung thirty-eight Dakota in the city of Makahto, Mankato. I listen to the rippling wind blow across the island. I listen to the elders speak of the young ones dying. Shall we die like the buffalo”? We ask of you, Grandfather. Shall we run like water in the rain in the Land of Many Waters? Water in the rain. Wabasha, Shakopee, Little Crow, Big Eagle. A blanket pulled over their eyes beneath the churchyard steeple. Twenty million acres of land sold for three million. Worthless as a rope of sand dangling from the ceiling. In the year of ’51placed on a reservation. By the winter of ’61dying of starvation. “Protect the innocent. Punish the guilty.” Little Crow, he declared, “What good is this treaty?” Once a year the government gives the trader our money.” Standing outside his door, “Eat grass if you’re hungry!” Down upon the traders lodge death came without warning. Bullets he could not dodge. He ate grass that very morning. Fifty years of robbery. Fifty years of intimidation. Fifty years of bribery brought a war between nations. Shall we die like the buffalo? We ask of you, Grandfather. Shall we run like water in the rain in the Land of Many Waters? Water in the Rain! Christmas night, voices singing. Christmas night, behind the wall. Christmas night, death song ringing. Father, please don’t let them fall. I can see the soldiers marching. I can see them led outside. With one pull of the lever Thirty-eight Dakota died. -Tipi Hdonica (One Who Forbids His House) ~Ptan Du-ta (Scarlet Otter) ~O-ya'-te Ta-wa (His people) ~Hin-han'-sun-ko-yag-ma-ni (One who Walks Clothed in Owl Feathers) ~Ma-za Bo-mdu (Iron Blower) ~Wa-hi'na (possibly meaning I Came) ~Sna Ma-hi (Tinkling Water) ~Hda In-yan-ka (Rattling Water) ~He-pan (Second born child, this was given to the second boy) ~Tun-kan' I-ca'hda Ma-ni (One Who Walks by His Grandfather) ~Ka-mde'-ca (Broken to Pieces) ~He in'-kpa (The Tip of the Horn) ~Na-pe'-sni (Fearless) ~Ma-za Ku-te Ma-ni (One Who Shoots As He Walks) ~A-i'-ca-ge (To Grow Upon) ~Ho-i'-tan-in Ku (Returning Clear Voice) ~Ce-tan' Hun-ka' (Elder Hawk) ~Can-ka-hda (Near the Woods) ~Hda'-hin-hde (Sudden Rattle) ~O-ya'-te A-ku' (He Brings the People) ~Ma-hu'-we-hi (He Comes for Me) ~Ti-hdo'-ni-ca (One Who Jealousy Guards His Home) ~Wa-kan Tan-ka (Great Mystery or Great Spirit) ~Cas-ke'-da (First Born Child. this was given to the first boy) ~Do-wan'-s'a (Sings a lot or Singer) ~Ta-te' Ka-ga (Wind Maker) ~Sun-ka Ska (White Dog) ~Wa-kin'-yan-na (Little Thunder) ~Baptiste Campbell (a mixed blood) ~Wa-hpe Du-ta (Scarlet Leaf) ~Wa-si'-cun (White Man) ~I-te' Du-ta (Scarlet Face) ~Ma-ka'-ta I-na' (One Who Stands on Earth) ~Hypolite Auge (a mixed blood) ~Tun-kan' Ko-yag I-na'-zin (One Who Stands Cloaked in Stone) ~Ta-te' Hdi-da (Wind Comes Home) ~Ma-hpi'-ya A-i'-na-zin (One who Stands on a Cloud, also known as Cut Nose) In the Land of Memory seldom would we travel by day down the streets of Makahto. One hundred years of bitterness. A commemoration for the thirty-eight, for the Santee Nation. Scarlet beneath blue. Tears came falling. Thirty-eight eagles flew. Thirty-eight eagles calling. Shall we die like the buffalo? We ask of you, Grandfather. Shall we run like water in the rain in the Land of Many Waters? Water in the rain. Words & music by Larry Long & Amos Owen Copyright Larry Long Publishing 1987; renewed 2023 / BMI

Road To Freedom All that is will surely change. Flesh will go, but the heart remains. We all ride a single train. Life’s only road to freedom. With each mile that we go. Listening to that whistle blow. The more we hear, the more we know we’re on that road to freedom. We’re on that road to freedom. We have been to both sides. Walls can’t hold what love won’t hide. Papers talk. Powers lies. People we know that road to freedom. We’re on that road to freedom. While the world splits in two. Talk of war. All will lose Let us sing. Let us choose to bridge the walls to freedom. We’re on that road to freedom Music by Larry Long Lyrics by Larry Long & Rong Miles Copyright Larry Long 1987; renewed 2023 | BMI