Never make a Cherokee cry

I will call down the rain

Tears of ancestors from up high

Have no regret, feel no pain,

As the lightening burns your eye

Never make a Cherokee cry

I can talk to the wind

And hear the earth sigh

See your guilt in a lost world of sin

As your crow fails to fly

Never make a Cherokee cry

We are the native ones

Sister Deer, Brother Elk, we pound the thigh

We have powers second to none

Our dancing spirit will not forswear the lie

Never make a Cherokee cry

Senseless deaths of so many

The number of campfires in the sky

You cannot share my sorrow

My angry eyes are dry

Never make a Cherokee cry

I do not weep the salted steel

Although wounds we still must tie

The savage heart will never heal

My people have learned how to die