They lived in peace, not long ago
A mighty Indian tribe
Made them realize, that the promises were lies. But the winds of change,
Made the nation bleed
The white man's greed, in search of gold
They lost their faith
There was no place to return
And now they hade to learn
Nowhere they could turn. Cherokee They were driven hard, across the plains
Cause the winds of change,
And walked for many moons
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.
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