The trail of tears began for all the Cherokee

The while men came to trade and borrow

But then they would not leave

Some of us were taken by boat and died at sea

Those of us who lived were sold to slavery

We welcomed them as brothers, knowing nothing of

Their greed, born hunters not the hunted

As the white man hunts for me

We are descendants of the animals

We live among the free

Our trall of tears would end one day at Wounded Knee

Great spirit, thunder birds fly, we are wild and free

To fight and die by the open sky, Spirit Horse ride for me

When we do the Ghost Dance, the buffalo will return

Paint ourselves for war, now blood and fire burn

Great Spirit makes us strong, take us to the sky

The Cherokee are brave, we are not afraid to die

Great Spirit, thunder birds fly, we are wild and free

To fight and die by the open sky. Spirit Horse ride for me

Red Cloud, Black Hawk, Sitting Bull

Crazy Horse, Geronimo

Strong and brave warriors to the grave

There has been much killing, there will be much more

the medicine man is dancing, he's calling us to war

Hatchets sing with pride, let the white man die