Blood Red

What drives a man to his destiny across a valley the countryside
That his forefathers lived and died in love in hate and in pride
To hear the sound of the hawk and the falcons speed against the sky
Opened spaces so wide with the wild horses in their stride
What drives the Native American to want his land to be free
It is how he is taught to stand tall like the tallest of pine trees
We raise our families to be free from anything that may be of harm
But when we set the fires at campsite the mark of the enemy sees
Blood red are the eyes of our people who wish only to be free
And live in this promised land of the Cherokee
Lay with your woman in the midnight hour and make love until the sun rises
And make a child to become our next generation of a leader who believes
In blood red of our native skin