Words: Penny Johnson Music: Peter Johnson Torn, torn Every hour of every day Ive had to watch them mourn. Dont take us, no The Cherokees and their families are torn away from home. Father, father What is going on? Mother heard a racket and she thought that you were gone. Father, father Please dont resist Because if you do, theyll kill you too with something far worse than a fist. This is the Trail where they Cried The Indian Removal Act wasnt declined The Treaty of New Echota wasnt resigned But I guess you could say that we all tried. Never will I ever see my home again And never will I ever see my brother, hes dead. Disease, heat and dehydration are slow killers But perhaps wed rather die Than leave our homes forever. Broken, broken weve all broken down Leaving our village behind that has just become a ghost town Gold, gold its all just for gold Georgia didnt honor us and now we walk in the cold. One, two I will not continue for every step we take leads us farther away. Stop, stop! Brother has fallen Mother feels no heartbeat did he really deserve to die? Never will I ever see my home again And never will I ever see my brother, hes dead. Disease, heat and dehydration are slow killers But perhaps wed rather die Than leave our homes forever. This is The Trail Where They Cried this is the trail where children scream this the the trail where lives are destroyed this is what they call The Trail of Tears. This is the Trail where they Cried This is the trail where my brother lost his life This is the trail where many people died This is the trail where we leave our lives behind  

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Trail of Tears (words by Penny Johnson)
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