制作
出演艺人
Europe
表演者
作曲和作词
Joey Tempest
词曲作者
歌词
Come on
They lived in peace, not long ago
A mighty Indian tribe
But the winds of change have made them realize
That the promises were lies
The white man's greed, in search of gold
Made the nation bleed
They had lost their faith, and now they had to learn
There was no place to return
Nowhere they could turn, whoa
Cherokee (shout)
Marching on the trail of tears
Cherokee (shout)
Marching on the trail of tears
They were driven hard, across the plains
And walked for many moons
'Cause the winds of change had made them realize
That the promises were lies
So much to bear, and all that pain
Left them in despair
They had lost their faith, and now they had to learn
There was no place to return
Nowhere they could turn
Cherokee (shout)
Marching on the trail of tears
Cherokee (go)
Marching on the trail of tears
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Come on, let me see some hands
Come on, London
Cherokee (oh)
Marching on the trail of tears
Cherokee (shout)
Marching on the trail of tears
Cherokee (go)
Marching on the trail of tears
Cherokee
Marching on the trail of tears
Written by: Joey Tempest
