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Apache, Comanche, Cheyenne, or Sioux
I would walk the Indian trail for you,
If only I knew you would be there.
I would walk them all, if only you care.
Snow covered mountains, valleys hot and dry
Discourage me not to make a try.
Your love warms me and it quenches my thirst,
But for want of your love, my heart may burst.
The Nez Perce felt it and Chief Joseph knew
The kind of love I feel for you.
They started with hope but to no avail,
For they all died on the Indian trail.
Geronimo, Crazy Horse, Sitting Bull
Knew that kind of love. They felt its pull
And they followed it to their destiny.
How will I go? What’s the answer for me?
Shall I die or live, like the Cherokee?
Shall I be captive or wild and free?
My heart is imprisoned but should not be.
Bound by loneliness, your love is the key.
Through valleys hot and over icy peaks
My heart searches for the love it seeks.
Will it find only heartbreak and travail,
Or find true love on the Indian trail?
Shall I walk the Trail of Tears for you love?
Will my heart fly on wings of a dove?
What happiness will this heart of mine see?
Will you walk the Indian trail with me?
~Author~
Glen Pysell
Copyright 1983
The midi you are listening to is......"Indian Trails"
Please... Do not copy or reproduce without written permission from the author.
 
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