All those before the father's story
the father's story of boats across the sea
of boats that would turn to armies and settle the land
bulldozer behind the long, long Trail of Tears

Hell I would say must be like this
Hell and I call it home

Always so long and tireless push
will this wave of evil not cease until we're gone?

Well see hell and I know must be like this
it's hell I will call it home

So it was said to these our new neighbors,
"you must move on or we will bury you"
So it was said to these our new neighbors,
"You must move on or we will bury you"

How could it be with two eyes, two arms, a smile
oh mother, father, sisters, and brothers their style
that we could find such devastating differences grown
to cut down the grass at the ankle, let the roots die more, rain, rain, rain

See man love I would leave no hand untouched
plain I will call it home

So it was said to these our new neighbors,
"you must move on or we will bury you"
So it was said to these our new neighbors,
"you must move on or we will bury you"

This land is your land, this land is my land
From California to the New York islands
From the Redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
And this land was made

[wailing]

I dreamed of [?]
[?]
I dreamed away
[?]
And I dreamed a melody
Dreamed away
And I dreamed of a mother
And I dreamed of a father
And I dreamed of my mother
And I dreamed of the fallen
And I dream of the children
And I dream of a Trail of Tears
And I dream of no other
And why am I victor here
And [?] no other
Is it always right will win
[??] my mother
[?] the right will win
[???]