Marge Tindal
Runs true to the Cherokee.
I am the blood of my people.
I am Cherokee.
The trail that my forefathers walked,
Saturated in their tears,
The trainl has become my trial
I listen with their ears.
I heard the wailing of the Cherokee
Proud of the salty tears,
I cry the tears of the Cherokee
Even after all these years.
I walk the trail that they cried,
I hear their voices frail,
I bear the blood of the Cherokee.
Damn this worthless trail.
"Trail Of Tears" of the Cherokee,
Long remembered in shame.
I cry out of the Cherokee.
I wear the Cherokee name.
Hear me loud and hear me clear,
No head hung in sorrow. . .
For I am the proud Cherokee
Waiting for tomorrow.
I will regain what my forefathers lost.
I will stand and show my pride.
And all the spirits of the lost Cherokee
Will be standing at my side.
I am the proud Cherokee.
You'd do well to remember my name.
In the name of all Cherokee
My rights I do reclaim.
<~~~~~>I am Cherokee. . . .
<~~~~~~>I am Cherokee. . . .
<~~~~~~~~~>I am Cherokee. . . .
For all the tears that fell. . .
For all the blood that was shed. . .
Just one ode to the Cherokee. . . .
Living or dead.
My Native American forefathers shed their blood and I shed their tears.
