I can feel it,
the Cherokee spirit,
Calling in the wind.
Like a long lost friend.
Dancing around the fire,
Feeding my wild desire,
In my dream he seems so real,
He warms the cold night chill,
I can feel it,
the Cherokee spirit.
He has to be a Cherokee Chief,
It's my belief
As he chants,
I see him dance,
around the fire,
As he feeds my wild desire,
He reaches for my heart
as if to steal it,
In the dark I can feel it,
The Cherokee spirit.
Wild like a eagle,
He soars the sky,
Spreading his wings ,
I watch him fly,
He has dreams ,
that never die,
He watches over his land,
He hold's my hand,
I can feel it,
The Cherokee spirit.