Where the buffalo roam, the wind in my hair, my horse I ride bareback
White capped mountaintops,...
As the silver fox wanders into the woods, the leaves begin to take shape, as winter ends
The snow...
I hear the soft echo of the wind as it blows
Through the valleys of my mind it grows
In the...
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In the forrests of our lands and the hills of mountains
We run, we run free, let us be, for we own...
From every breaking day, the wind guides us to the next
Our native heritage of the powerful drums...
Your colors rise above through the powers that be
Lips that taste the fruits of the earth setting...
Long roads ahead, nothing said, our skin red, withered and dread
The land once ours, our ancestors...
Wild horses run free, like the spirit of restless natives
Cherokee nation, a chief proud of his...
