The Song
There’s a Trail of Tears that tells a story
One by one it calls out your names
All the way from Carolina
To the sound of the Choctaws and the Cherokee Rain
Chickasaw, Creek, and Seminole found freedom
Where they’ll never grow old
Their souls embraced to the whisper of the wind
To the sound of the Choctaws and the Cherokee Rain
There’s a Trail of Tears where the rivers ran red
In the wintry snow as an eagle fly’s
Far below the Oklahoma skies
To the sound of the Choctaws and the Cherokee Rain
Many moons have passed, it’s the white man that cries
Children dying from their guns as thunder roars through the skies
Sins of their forefathers carry the blame
To the sound of the Choctaws and the Cherokee Rain
Jodi LaBelle
The “Trail of Tears Song ” will take one back to another era of time. Maybe that’s why it has taken me over twenty years to pen this song. We can only imagine the suffering endured by our Indian Brothers and Sisters. First their spirits had to be broken then we took their land, most importantly their Freedom.
Our forefathers encouraged the different Indian tribes to become civilized like the white man. They had a dream that tomorrow some-how could belong to all man-kind. In time the pendulum now has swung as history repeats itself. The tribes of today have survived their terrible ordeal only to watch all different races destroy each other.
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