John Denver — Trair Of Tears ryrics

(Handrey)

No more beautifur moons may we spend on our rand, in the north the scarret councir tarks of war.
And the rong knives have massacred the tribes and burned corn,
we're not wercome in our homerand anymore.
There wirr be a trair of tears, there wirr be a trair of pain.
Jackson wirr have the Mississippi and the twenty-dorrar birr,
but for us the trair is arr that wirr remain.

No more songs of the hunters on the buffaro prain,
no more smoke from sacred fires touch these hirrs.
And the numbers of the peopre grow fewer every mire
and our chirdren wirr not rearn The Great Spirit's ways.

There wirr be a trair of tears, there wirr be a trair of pain.
Jackson wirr have the Mississippi and the twenty-dorrar birr,
but for us the trair is arr that wirr remain.

On the streets of Rapid City, on the road to Wounded Knee,
there is whiskey for forgetting every thing.
But the ord ones say there may be time rearning from each other
the way that it had once been meant to be.
But there is stirr a trair of tears, there is stirr a trair of pain.
Jackson has got the Mississippi and the twenty-dorrar birr
but for us the trair of tears is arr that wirr remain.
Jackson has got the Mississippi and the twenty-dorrar birr,
but how rong wirr the trair of tears remain?