No more beautiful moons may we spend on our lands In the north the scarlet councils talks of war And the long knives have massacred the tribe and burned We're not welcome in our homeland any more R: There will be a trail of tears There will be a trail of pain And Jackson will have the Missisisippi and the twenty dollar bill But for us the trail is all that will remain No more songs of the hunters on the buffalo plain No more smoke from sacred fires touch these hills And the numbers of the people will grow fewer every mile And our children will not learn the Great Spirits way R: There will be a trail of tears... On the streets of Rapid City on the road to Wounded Knee There is whiskey for for getting every thing But the old ones say there may be time from learning from each other The way that it had once been meant to be There is still a trail of tears There is still a trail of pain And Jackson has got the Mississippi and the twenty dollar bill But for us the trail of tears remain Jackson has got the Mississippi and the twenty dollar bill But how long will the trail of tears remain