Warriors of Love Lyrics

This side of the sun on the wrong side of the tracks.
Men were being counted with a mark upon their backs.
On an endless wheel of pain forced to walk beneath the sun.
Chained to one another waiting for their time to come.

Then the lightning split the heavens' great spirit from above.
Looked out on the trail of tears and the warriors of love.

From the young ones to the wise men nobody was spared.
A nation of proud people being slaughtered no-one cared.
Hunters of the high plains eagle feathers in their hair.
Made to watch their people die in sadness and despair.

Then the lightning split the heavens' great spirit from above.
Cried out on the trail of tears and the warriors of love.

As the snow falls softly earthwards like a satin cloak with stains.
Stretched out across the valley and across the sacred plains.
The one to note their passing as a witness to the crime.
Is an old man standing in the wind remembering the time.

When the lightning split the heavens' great spirit from above.
Cried out on the trail of tears and the warriors of love.
Warriors of love.
Warriors of love.
Cherokee ... Cheyenne ... Hopi... Apache. ..
Blackfoot and the Crow? Geronimo ... Warriors of love.