Roger Cook - Trail of Tears lyrics

No more beautiful moons may we spend on our land In the north, the scarlet council talks of war And the long knives have ma**acred the tribe And burned our corn We're not welcome in our homeland anymore No more songs of the hunters on the baffalo plain No more smoke from sacred fires touch these hills And the numbers of the people grow fewer every mile And our children will not leave the Great Spirit's ways There will be a trail of tears There will be a trail of pain And Jackson will have the Mississippi And the twenty dollar bill But for us the trail is all that will remain On the streets of Rapid City On the road to Wounded Knee There is whiskey for forgetting everything But the old ones say "There may be time learning from each other The way that it had once been meant to be" There is still a trail of tears There is still a trail of pain And Jackson has got the Mississippi And the twenty dollar bill But for us the trail of tears remains And Jackson has got the Mississippi And the twenty dollar bill But how long will the trail of tears remain?