Letra de 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 slaveryWe welcomed them as brothers Knowing nothing of their greed Born hunters not the hunted As the white man hunts for meWe are descendants of the animals We live among the free Our trail of tears Would end one day at Wounded KneeGreat spirit, thunder birds fly We are wild and free To fight and die by the open sky Spirit Horse ride for meWhen we do the Ghost Dance The buffalo will return Paint ourselves for war Now blood and fire burnGreat Spirit make us strong Take us to the sky The Cherokee are brave We are not afraid to dieGreat Spirit, thunder birds fly We are wild and free To fight and die by the open sky Spirit Horse ride for meRed 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 man die