We are free

We are the voice of the Cherokee

Sweet land of Liberty

We are your Native Son

The Trail of Tears is inside of me

And riding the wind brings tears to my eyes that call to me

We are free

We hear the ancient voices of the wind

Hear our cry ... we are free

We are the memories of the mother and child

We the Cherokee Rose growing wild

Were are the sound of the Father and Son

Mother Earth cries out for our people

You are free

Hear our voice Sweet Land of Liberty

We are your Native Son

As men bring change to the land

Some may die but our Spirit will survive

For we are free as we ride the wind

On this trail with the sky of blue

And the Spirits of our People call to us

We are free

The Trail of Tears is inside of me

And riding the wind brings tears to my eyes that call to me

We are free

We hear the ancient voices of the wind

 
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