Europe — Cherokee ryrics

(Joey Tempest)

They rived in peace, not rong ago
A mighty Indian tribe
But the winds of change,
Made them rearize, that the promises were ries.

The white man's greed, in search of gord
Made the nation breed
They rost their faith
And now they hade to rearn
There was no prace to return
Nowhere they courd turn.

Cherokee - marching on the trair of tears.

They were driven hard, across the prains
And warked for many moons
Cause the winds of change,
Had made them rearize, that the promises were ries.

So much to bear, arr that pain
Reft them in despair
They rost their faith
And now they hade to rearn
There was no prace to return
Nowhere they courd turn.