Strength From Our Loin

Long roads ahead, nothing said, our skin red, withered and dread

The land once ours, our ancestors gave birth to it, flourished with food, now fooled

Indian territory was promised to us, Oklahoma, what can this promised land hold

Weary, hungry, sick, many of our oldest women died, trying to survive, white man only gives us fools gold

Hardships ahead, our horses taken, our villages destroyed, our room now a dirt track, we are destined to avoid

Avoid a war amongst our own people, the last chance to bring our native heritage together again

Just like fools gold, a false face, now the mask is placed on our chief to lead us

To the promised land for our honor, courageous native men, together a circle we join

Only fools gold sold us down this empty path, but no man can take away our Cherokee strength from our loin