Cherokee
They lived in peace, not long agoA mighty Indian tribeBut the winds of change,Made them realize, that the promises were lies.
The white man's greed, in search of goldMade the nation bleedThey lost their faithAnd now they had to learnThere was no place to returnNowhere they could turn.
Cherokee - marching on the trail of tears.
They were driven hard, across the plainsAnd walked for many moonsCause the winds of change,Had made them realize, that the promises were lies.
So much to bear, all that painLeft them in despairThey lost their faithAnd now they had to learnThere was no place to returnNowhere they could turn.