Columbus sailed the ocean blue
He was looking for gold and a trading route
The Miami skyline was nothing but trees
On Manhattan island the deer ran free
When the Cherokee roamed this land, no man owned this land
Back when the rain didn't burn the trees
Before the settlers' greed and fear drove them down the Trail of Tears
Back when the Cherokee roamed
I would love to have seen one hundred whooping cranes
Spreading their wings and calling their name
And the Raton Pass on the Santa Fe Trail
Before the robber barons laid those gleaming rails
When the Cheyenne roamed this land, no man owned this land
Back when the rain didn't burn the trees
Before Custer's foolish stand, before cars and aluminum cans
Back when the Cheyenne roamed
I call on my phone, drive my car
Play my radio, my VCR
They haven't come cheap, we've paid a high cost
So much beauty, has been forever lost
When the Sioux roamed this land, no man owned this land
Back when the rain didn't burn the trees
Before their dreams of staying free died at Wounded Knee
Back when the Sioux roamed
When the Cherokee roamed this land
No man owned this land

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