Warriors of Love

This side of the sun on the wrong side of the tracks
Men were being counted with a mark upon their backs
On an endless wheel of pain, forced to walk beneath the sun
Chained to one another, waiting for their time to come

Then the lightning split the heavens' Great Spirit from above
Looked out on the trail of tears and the warriors of love
From the young ones to the wise men nobody was spared
A nation of proud people being slaughtered, no one cared

Hunters of the high plains, eagle feathers in their hair
Made to watch their people die in sadness and despair
Then the lightning split the heavens' Great Spirit from above
Cried out on the trail of tears and the warriors of love

As the snow falls softly earthwards like a satin cloak with stains
Stretched out across the valley and across the sacred plains
The one to note their passing as a witness to the crime
Is an old man standing in the wind remembering the time

When the lightning split the heavens' Great Spirit from above
Cried out on the trail of tears and the warriors of love
Warriors of love
Warriors of love

Cherokee, Cheyenne, Hopi, Apache
Blackfoot and the Crow, Geronimo, warriors of love