Spirit Horse Of The Cherokee

The trail of tears began for all the Cherokee

The white 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 them free

Our trail 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 men die



Great spirit, thunder birds fly

We are wild and free

To fight and die by the open sky

Spirit horse ride for me



Great spirit, thunder birds fly

We are wild and free

To fight and die by the open sky

Spirit horse ride for me



Great spirit, thunder birds fly

We are wild and free

To fight and die by the open sky

Spirit horse ride for me