These are the people of the longhouse

These are the people that you tried to break

These are the people of the pines

Who follow the code of Handsome Lake

He drank your poison, swallowed your fire

And lay with fever four long years

He received a vision so inspired

Three messengers with painted faces appeared

On the Allegheny river at a place called Burnt House

The code was shared for the very first time

By a Seneca chief, they call Handsome Lake

With a wounded heart and a sober mind

These are the people of the longhouse

These are the people that you tried to break

These are the people of the pines

Who follow the code of Handsome Lake

We are the people of the longhouse

We are the people that you couldn't break

We are the people of the sacred pipe

Who Follow the code of Handsome Lake

When the Dark Moon had come to live in your soul

Get in touch with your creator, you are not alone

These are the words that he had spoken two hundred years ago

And today they still ring true, like they're carved in stone

When Native life was hurled into the pit by way of
the Canon, Rum, and Greed

Oh a great fire was burned, to let the smoke rise

And show the Six Nations the code was still alive

Way down deep in the bush

We Oh hi ne oh he oh we oh we we

These are the people of the longhouse

These are the people that you tried to break

These are the people of the pines

Who follow the code of Handsome Lake

We are the people of the longhouse

We are the people that you couldn't break

We are the people of the sacred pipe

Who Follow the code of Handsome Lake