Somewhere fro the distant past,
a old Cherokee spirit chants,
Somewhere around a camp fire,
A war weary Cherokee Brave
will still dance,
and if you walk on the trail
where so many have died,
listen to the wind,
and you will hear,
The cry from the Cherokee.
And you will feel
the Cherokee's tear,
you will feel the Cherokee's tear.
Once this was their land.
they lived and loved and died,
They took a warrior's stand,
and for their country they died,
and the ones that would survive,
will tell of the years,
The Cherokee walked,
on the trail of tears
The ancients cried.
listen to the wind and you will hear,
A Cherokee's cry,
and feel a Cherokee's tear.
Once they stood proud,
warriors side by side,
They watched as their loved ones,
were stolen or they died.
Thy all would bravely stand and face their fear,
for all that they held dear
Listen to the wind,
and you will hear,
The sound of a Cherokee's cry.
and feel a Cherokee's tear