The child is weak,
Tears from the pain.
fall down her cheek,
Be brave little one,
for a great spirit comes
and guides us through,
this trail of tears,
We walk though the blood,
of those who fall,
The ancient spirits soulfully call,
The body may weaken
, but the heart will stay strong,
A great spirit comes to guide us home.
The sun left the sky,
and day turned into night.
A child had to die,
A warrior lost the fight,
In the dark night
Walking in the shadows
of lost battles
See us rise again,
Listen to the wind,
Death took away the breathe of life,
Walking through a trail of blood and tears.
The old world disappears.
Do you hear the cries of the Cherokee.
Once the buffalo roamed wild and free,
Once land was ours as far as the sea,
We too have a song,
listen to the wind,
Whisper in your ears
, Do you hear the cries,
on the trail of tears?
Thousands died,
Blood was shed.
Thousands cried.
over the dead,
Sometime the cries
fall on deaf ears.
Do you hear the cries
on the trail of tears.
Do you hear the cries,
on the trail of tears.
