Men came to ruin in the land of the Tomahawk
Where once the buffalo grazed the highway took up its place.
Men shot them down to have some more fun
And only a few had a chance to run.

Navajo tears, navajo tears fell
Like the water from the mountains.
Navajo tears, navajo tears fell
Like the water from the mountains.

Man came to ruin in the land of the Tomahawk,
What could a knife do against rifles?
Many stories are written in the sand,
And I wonder when people go hand in hand.

Navajo tears, navajo tears fell
Like the water from the mountains.
Navajo tears, navajo tears fell
Like the water from the mountains.