Cherokee-The Johnny Smith Quintet/Stan Getz

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.