Out of the valley onto the higher plain

climbs a worm-like formation, Wagon train.

In front gallantly ride the yankee bluecoats

yellow scarves waving 'bout their throats

The bugle sounds in the far off plains

The lieutenant pulls upon the reins

The warning blast of redskins near

The women's hearts grow cold with fear.

The orders pass back through the troup

Orders to circle the wagon group

Fear of savage tomahawk, Take a scalp, steal the stock

Over the ridge they come, horses snortin' fire

hoof beats like the wind, hear their savage cry

"Die white man die, Kiss loved ones goodbye

Killed our buffalo, and stole our land,

now die by Geronimo's band, die by Geronimo's hand

Susie get in the wagon, Tommy hug the ground

Jenny load my gun for me and we'll mow the varmints down.

Now Someday peace will come to the prairie

and white man and Indian too

Will all live together in harmony

and all this bloodshed will be through.

~*By shirley winters*~

©1990/2001