No, no, no I don’t wanna go No, no, no You can't make me go They say you gotta choose a path Before you even understand They say you can't cry or sing If you wanna be a man The wind It howls The trees Make sound I can hear them say... Little Indian Boy, are you up to the task? Little Indian Boy, this too shall pass Little Indian Boy, don't live it too fast Little Indian Boy, this too shall pass This too shall pass This too shall pass No, no, no Shoes on my feet No, no, no Three days, nothing to eat As my head grows heavy I wonder What do I really know? Carrying all these traditions Can they help me to grow? They came in vessels made of thunder Rode beasts that trampled over hills Took my mother and my father But not my will And I rode on To higher ground You know it It's your town My people And my home One country One soul This too shall pass