Cherokee Wind In the moon tonight Draws me through it's window To winding fields Sits me by that tall oak of the past As the stars seem to dance tonight Distant is the thunder Drumbeats pounding By the hundred

Then the thousand Smell those embers of the fires While the Cherokee wind Blows upon you Takes your mind To that power in the far field Dancing firelight Dancers dancing Forms just seem to live out of that light

That orange splendor Brought on the tresses Of this Cherokee Wind Proud eyes in the firelight Spears held high As treasures All this warrior needs To make his day

And that of the family of this one Spirits brought together By this Cherokee wind Blowing stronger now Words so pretty Bring awe and tears As yet still undeeded In their fullness were our friends Until the day of the rifle The night of that darkness That spread our love Into the Cherokee winds Here on the hill of ancients

I mix my blood with red clay Spirit taken by the awesome I paint my face with these And turn it proudly That it may be blown upon By that same Cherokee wind