The trail of tears began for all the Cherokee
  The white men came to trade & 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 the 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