Antiquity, Gerald Duchene, Oz Noy, Ken Fradley, Eli Lishinsky, Deb Lyons - Trail of Tears Lyrics

For a rich man's purse
The white mans curse
I dawned a uniform
In the western land
Fought the native
Who took a stand
Took his dignity
Gave him poverty
Stole his hunting grounds
Put up wooden towns

Feel the breeze blow
As the storms blow
And the rage grows
As we marched them
Down that trail of tears

In a dream so bold
A life I'm told
I was a soldier boy
If my tale was told
My tongue I'd hold
For bloodied hands
Took his family
Burnt his home and lands
Stole his life of joy
Gave him misery

In this land of choice
There's no rejoice
For a natives cause
In the war of wars
Died by the sword
Gave the devil his due
On a mantel
A picture of you
For the memory
Of heaven knows who