Cherokee Turning
~*Marge Tindal*~

Oh, Cherokee sing your song
astride a horse of paint
Night of moonless sky
across the valley
from over hill
I hear you

Cherokee guardian of this night
overlooks earth and her plight
Knowing not when the time
shall be-for the rising
of the old Cherokee
Watch and wait
the hour is

Draw ye nigh from the flood
River red with the blood
of the great Cherokee
Along the trail he
still cries the
wail of the
in me

Will they never be learning
Stand down Great Spirit
tend the burning fire
It is now embered
forever to be
Spirit Fires
of ancient
  Marge Tindal
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