"We are now about to take our leave and kind farewell to our native land, the country that the Great Spirit gave our Fathers, we are on the eve of leaving that country that gave us birth...it is with sorrow we are forced by the white man to quit the scenes of our childhood... we bid farewell to it and all we hold dear." 
Charles Hicks, Tsalagi (Cherokee) Vice Chief on the Trail of Tears, November 4, 1838
The Never Ending Trail
We whites honor the "Hermitage"
And the man who once lived there
But, that leader of our Nation
Was cruel, unjust, unfair

He ordered the removal
Of the Cherokee from their land
And forced them on a trek
That the Devil must have planned

One thousand miles of misery
Of pain and suffering
Because greed of the white man
Could not even wait till spring

We should bow our heads in shame
Even unto this day
About "The Trail Of Tears"
And those who died along the way.

It was October, eighteen thirty-eight
When seven thousand troops in blue
Began the story of the "Trail"
Which, so sadly, is so true

Jackson ordered General Scott
To rout the Indian from their home
The "Center Of The World" they loved
The only one they'd known
The Braves working in the fields
Arrested, placed in a stockade
Women and children dragged from home
In the bluecoats shameful raid

Some were prodded with bayonets
When, they were deemed to move too slow
To where the Sky was their blanket
And the cold Earth, their pillow
In one home a Babe had died
Sometime in the night before
And women mourning, planning burial
Were cruelly herded out the door

In another, a frail Mother
Papoose on back and two in tow
Was told she must leave her home
Was told that she must go

She uttered a quiet prayer
Told the old family dog good-bye
Then, her broken heart gave out
And she sank slowly down to die

Chief Junaluska witnessed this
Tears streaming down his face
Said if he could have known this
It would have never taken place

For, at the battle of Horse Shoe
With five hundred Warriors, his best
Helped Andrew Jackson win that battle
And lay thirty-three Braves to rest

And the Chief drove his tomahawk
Through a Creek Warrior's head
Who was about to kill Jackson
But whose life was saved, instead

Chief John Ross knew this story
And once sent Junaluska to plead
Thinking Jackson would listen to
This Chief who did that deed

But, Jackson was cold, indifferent
To the one he owed his life to
Said, "The Cherokee's fate is sealed
There's night, I can do."

Washington, D.C. had decreed
They must be moved Westward
And all their pleas and protests
To this day still go unheard.

On November, the seventeenth
Old Man Winter reared his head
And freezing cold, sleet and snow
Littered that trail with the dead

On one night, at least twenty-two
Were released from their torment
To join that Great Spirit in the Sky
Where all good souls are sent

Many humane, heroic stories
Were written 'long the way
A monument, for one of them
Still stands until this day

It seems one noble woman
It was Chief Ross' wife
Gave her blanket to a sick child
And in so doing, gave her life

She is buried in an unmarked grave
Dug shallow near the "Trail"
Just one more tragic ending
In this tragic, shameful tale

Mother Nature showed no mercy
Till they reached the end of the line
When that fateful journey ended
On March Twenty-sixth, eighteen thirty-nine.

Each mile of this infamous "Trail"
Marks the graves of four who died
Four thousand poor souls in all
Marks the shame we try to hide

You still can hear them crying
Along "The Trail Of Tears"
If you listen with your heart
And not with just your ears.
Our Cherokee National Anthem
  As sung by our Ancestor's on The Trail Of Tear's

  " Amazing Grace "

  God's Son
  U ne la nv i u we tsi

  Paid for us
  I ga gu yv he i

  Now to heaven he went
  Hna quo tso sv wi yu lo se

  After paying for us
  I ga gu yv ho nv

  Then he spoke 
  A se no i u ne tse i

  When he rose
  I yu no du le nv

  I'll come the second time
  Ta li ne dv tsi lu tsi li

  He said when he spoke
  U dv ne u ne tsv

  All the world will end
  E lo ni gv ni li s qua di 

  When he return's
  Ga lu tsv ha i yu

  We will all see him
  Ni ga di da ye di go i

  Here the world over
  A ni e lo ni gv

  The righteous who live
  U na da nv ti a ne hv

  He will come after
  Do da ya nv hi li

  In heaven now alway's
  Tso sv hna quo ni go hi lv

  In peace they will live
  Do hi wa ne he s di