Trail Of Tears

TRAIL OF TEARS
Written by Barbara Blue and Davor Hačić
Published by Big Bad Blue Music

On the Great Smoky Mountains in the Valleys with sacred mounds
You can no longer be heard a echo of tribal drums
The Children of the sun there, all gathered one by one,
Headed across the mud, moving west from dawn

On the Trail of tears
On the Trail of tears
Losing pride and power
Working hard not to lose the fire

They leave axes and arrows buried, buried in the mud
They agree to peace in treaties and the price is their blood
Leaving mother Eagle's nest, and Ancient ancestral land
Thrown in unmarked graves, on the trail of the damned

On the Trail of tears
On the Trail of tears
Losing pride and power
Working hard not to lose the fire

Under gunpoint and fear kicked by heavy boots
They march across the Mississippi, on several different routes
More then 4000 souls collapsed and died
In the hard time of Winter they struggled to survive

On the Trail of tears
On the Trail of tears
Losing pride and power
Working hard not to lose the fire