Letras
No more beautiful moons may we spend on our land
In the north, the Scarlet Council talks of war
And the long knives have massacred a tribe at Burned Corn
With not welcoming arms anymore
There will be a trail of tears
There will be a trail of pain
Jackson will have the Mississippi and the twenty dollar bill
But for us, the trail is all that will remain
No more songs of the hunter on the buffalo plain
No more smoke from sacred fires touch these hills
And the numbers of the people will grow fewer every mile
And the children will not learn Great Spirit's will
There will be a trail of tears
There will be a trail of pain
Jackson will have the Mississippi and the twenty dollar bill
But how long will the trail of tears 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 for 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
Jackson's got the Mississippi and his twenty dollar bill
But for us, the trail is all that will remain
Jackson's got the Mississippi and his twenty dollar bill
But how long will the trail of tears remain?