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This song was written and performed by Geraldine “Gramma” Shingoose, Chickadee Richard and Viv Ketchum on Treaty One Territory in Winnipeg, MB as part of the Medicine Songs Project with Zoey Roy.

The beat was produced, mixed and mastered by Omar Obeatz Ballantyne; the music video was filmed at edited by Geordie Trifa at Death and Prosperity; the song was recorded at No Fun Club in Winnipeg, MB.

This project is supported by Canada Council for the Arts.

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Lyrics

Don’t let me die
Don’t let my spirit die
Givers of life
When you hear us, rise
When you hear us, rise

Do you hear us?

We are sacred
Don’t let me die
Hatred is alive
Don’t let our spirit die
Don’t let our spirits die

We’ve been under attack since contact
Since the Indian Act
The Invaders Impact
We were lowered to the land
We belong to the land
Unite and stand
Raise your hand.

Don't let me die
Bring our sisters home
We hear our ancestors cry
We are not alone
We are not alone
Now, bring our sisters home

Popos can arrest us
Criminalize us
Try to silence us
But we are the truth
So are the youth

Leading, speaking
Standing on turtle island
Lighting the fire
Singing our songs
Smudging truth to words
Unraveling wrongs
We are the medicine
We are the prayers.

Don’t let me die
Don’t let my spirit die
Givers of life
When you hear us, rise
If you hear us, rise

Do you hear us?

We are sacred
Don’t let me die
Hatred is alive
Don’t let our spirit die
Don’t let our spirits die

It’s a national tragedy
A Canadian crime
Call it as it is –
It’s genocide
This is our reality
Indignity of our humanity
When will it end
Whats the plan?
Search the land
For our baby ancestors
For our children
Search the land
Search the land
Bring them home
This is our hearts demand

lullaby -

Don’t let me die
Don’t let my spirit die
Givers of life
When you hear us, rise
When you hear us, rise

Do you hear us?

We are sacred
Don’t let me die
Hatred is alive

Don’t let our spirit die
Don’t let our spirits die

Warriors of the land
Proectors of our sisters
Still in the landfills
Ogichitaa
Not protestors –
Still in camo green
A reflection of the land
Silent tears as they stand
Holding our flags in solidarity
Standing for our sovereignty
Ogitchitaa
People of the heart
Ogitchitaa

We feel protected at the marches when we see them there
As they stand on the frontlines, we know they care.

Don’t let me die
Don’t let my spirit die
Givers of life
When you hear us, rise
When you hear us, rise

Do you hear us?

Lullaby.