Where the Grass Grows Green

Take me to a place far far away where we travel by horse
Where we see the tops of the mountains touch the pillows of the sky
Riding free into the orange burst sunset, the geese fly in from the south
Spring has arrived in the northern plains
Though many Cherokee have died on the trail of tears during frozen winter
Sick some old did not make it some stricken with malaria had to die
Others made it through still Cherokee tribes divided and broken
The laws of the white men governing though strong we stand
Our beliefs and our dreams hold true
Where the grass grows green, where native man placed his hand
Upon the soil where blood and sweat enriched 
The waters lake we made way through dreams of streams
Quenching our thirst as the dragonfly flies by
These valleys and fields know our name as crops grow from our seed
The deer graze upon this grassy land, as the red hawk lurking from an oak tree for what it may see

Decades shall pass by with the spirit of the sky, you will hear the red hawk cry
The bright light blinding the past through the green of grass
As we ride away on our horses into the sunset
This trail shall not be forgotten it shall be remembered and so shall we rise