The land of the Cherokee

Quietly standing with the secrets of their own
The Smokey Mountains are whispering: you're never  alone
For echoing within them and everywhere you can see
Are the secrets of the many, the secrets of the Cherokee.

Cherokee oh Cherokee
You call out to me
To visit to ponder to come and see
A history a nation : the land of the Cherokee.


Entering into their city and searching all around
One comes into the atmosphere: the most sacred sound
For it is the sound of the peoples: the sound of the years
That has produced a great nation: transcended all tears

Cherokee oh Cherokee
You call out to me
To visit to ponder to come and see
A history a nation : the land of the Cherokee.


The sombering surroundings the sacredness of the land
Reaches out to the visitor without the touch of a hand.
Inspiring the poet and the singer of the heart
To speak of a nation and of their pure art..

Cherokee oh Cherokee
You call out to me
To visit to ponder to come and see
A history a nation : the land of the Cherokee.