A child is born, on sacred land

A mother weeps, can't understand

Oh holy man, what have they done

This trail of tears, just can't go on



I hear the cry, cry of a nation

I see your tears, I see your skin



Your promise land, is all but gone

Taken away, the deed has done

Forgotten heroes, were buried alive

The painted warriors, still hope

To survive



I hear the cry, cry of a nation

I see your tears, I see your skin

I hear the cry, cry of a nation

A changing tide is rolling in



You were born to be free

Of the land you could thrive

Like a river that flows to the sea

Your spirit will never die

It will never die



I can feel your pain

Yes, I can feel your pain



I feel your pain

I can feel your pain

Yes, I do



I hear the cry, cry of a nation

I see your tears, I see your skin

I hear the cry, cry of a nation

A changing tide is roiling in



Cry of a nation

Cry of a nation

Cry of a nation

A changing tide is rolling

Is rolling in