With sadness deep they wept beside the stream As the death chant intoned they laid him in the earth Along that sweet, clear creek ('okiima rise again!) With sadness almost too great as they left his grave Until his great return ('okiima rise again!) All hope is gone, it's too late to save a soul so brave High above, a panther in the sky May a tree of peace grow from where he laid to die From where he laid to die, rise again