"Nunna Daul Tsuny" genre: Folk
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	A song about the terrible injustice of the Trail of Tears
	CD: Here Stand I   Label: Bargain Basement Productions Credits: Written Produced and Performed by Warren Wagner
	Story Behind the Song A sad story about how American greed displaced several thousand people so we could have more gold. People we had already granted sovereign nation status. Lyrics Vs. 1 On a Dark October morn Rain was falling from the sky In six hundred forty-five wagons The Cherokee set out to die Andy Jackson signed the law That drove them from their native land Though they had fought at Horse's Shoe No clout was their's to command Chorus: Nunna Daul Tsuny On the trail where they cried Four thousand shallow graves One for each of them that died Vs. 2 Seven thousand white-faced men Came throught the hills to round them up And pushed them to the wagons.. Ho With bayonets fixed. Get on up. Forced to leave their homes and land No time to wait until the spring The white man's lust for gold decreed They'd have to brave the winter's sting Repeat Chorus Vs. 3 Chief John Ross led the prayer That set them on their fateful way Not knowing that his noble wife Would with her life be brought to pay She'd given up her blanket's warmth To save a sick and freezing child Pneumonia came and took her life They left her in the frozen wild Repeat Chorus: Vs. 4 They came upon the river wide Choked with ice they could not trust They would have waited out the thaw Instead were told that cross they must Some to the river's torrent lost Some froze in clothing ice to skin Unlucky some survived the month Were prodded to the march again Repeat Chorus: Still chieftains prayed for God to ease The strain upon the mother's souls And as they watched the children die There sprang from earth the Cherokee rose It's heart of gold it's petals white It's stems always with seven leaves Tell the story each year new And line the trail where Mother Earth grieves Repeat Chorus: Vs. 5 A stream of death a trail of tears A page from our own history And on our twenty dollar bill The face to live in infamy To many are the heroes tales That came from this sad tragedy Too many more the tales of greed Of broken hopes and misery Repeat Chorus:

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