In great sorrow it grows
A beautiful white rose
Nourished by silent rain
the result of the Cherokee's pain
Taken is evil greed and pillages
Cherokee were driven from their villages
So heavy of spirit and heart
As their clans were torn apart
Stripped of dignity and pride
tears and blood fell along the trail's side
Where so many hearts died
Cherokee hearts looked up to the sky
Thier brave spirits asked the Creator why...
When woman an children were weak and dying
Some kneeling at broken bodies lying...
All along the trail's struggling line..
The braves asked the Creator for a sign
There along the heartbroken trail
were their spirit's teardrops fell
White roses bloomed along the way
as their brave hearts trudged each day
Despite heart breaking cold snows
Clans spearated and tears shed
Along our hearts trail forever grows
a beautiful white Cherokee rose
The spirit of this beautiful white rose
in Cherokee hearts still grows...
From hearts and spirits so pained
Today her beauty is yet retained...
A symbol of hope and pride regained
Wherever over the clans four winds blow
does the heart of the rose grows
Where teardrops did pour
Cherokee rose blooms forevermore
