Spirit Horse of the Cherokee (live)

We welcomed them as brothers, knowing nothing of Their greed, born hunters not the hunted As the white man hunts for me, We are descendants of the animals We live among the free Our trail of tears would end one day at Wounded Knee. Great Spirit, thunder birds fly, we are wild and free To fight and die by the open sky, Spirit Horse ride for me When we do the Ghost Dance, the buffalo will return Paint ourselves for war, now blood and fire burn Great Spirit makes us strong, take us to the sky The Cherokee are brave, we are not afraid to die Great Spirit, thunder birds fly, we are wild and free To fight and die by the open sky, Spirit Horse ride for me Red Cloud, Black Hawk, Sitting Bull Crazy Horse, Geronimo Strong and brave warriors to the grave There has been much killing, there will be much more The Medicine Man is dancing, he's calling us to war, Hatchets sing with pride, let the white men die Great Spirit, thunder birds fly, we are wild and free To fight and die by the open sky, Spirit Horse ride for me