WHISPERING ON THE WIND

Call her back to a time long ago,
Before the white man came to her land.
A time long ago when buffalo roamed,
And her freedom knew no bounds.

Call her back to a time long ago
When she was a Cherokee brave.
A time long ago when her peoples song,
Echoed through the canyons they loved,
And eagles soared above.

Call her back to a time long ago,
Before Treaties and the "Trail of Tears."
A time long ago when the red man stood tall,
He could hunt and fish without any fears.

Call her back to a time long ago,
When there were no Reservations.
A time long ago when they were free
And could roam their land at will.
A time long ago they knew no fear,
Before the white man came to kill.

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