They lived in peace, not long ago

A mighty Indian tribe

But the winds of change,

Made them realize, that the promises were lies.

The white man's greed, in search of gold

Made the nation bleed

They lost their faith

And now they hade to learn

There was no place to return

Nowhere they could turn.

Cherokee - marching on the trail of tears.

Cherokee - marching on the trail of tears.

They were driven hard, across the plains

And walked for many moons

Cause the winds of change,

Had made them realize, that the promises were lies.

So much to bear, all that pain

Left them in despair

They lost their faith

And now they hade to learn

There was no place to return

Nowhere they could turn.

Cherokee - marching on the trail of tears.

Cherokee - marching on the trail of tears.



Cherokee - marching on the trail of tears.

Cherokee - marching on the trail of tears.

Cherokee - marching on the trail of tears.

Cherokee - marching on the trail of tears.