Oh, those Yellow Creek waters bathing sons and daughters
Of an Indian nation called the Cherokee
Then came the pioneer settlers who drove the Indians westward
Far from their home down on Yellow Creek
Now it's many years later, I'm living in the nature
Of this Indian paradise they call Tennessee
Where I find those broken arrows that flew like the sparrows
The sparrows that still fly down on Yellow Creek
Oh, those Yellow Creek waters bathing sons and daughters
Of an Indian nation called the Cherokee
Through the blood stained years, they walked the trail of tears
Crying for their home down on Yellow Creek
Sometimes, my grand babies think I'm going crazy
When I talk about the things I see and hear when they're asleep
Like those Indian children playing, singing as they're saying
This is their home down on Yellow Creek
Oh, those Yellow Creek waters bathing sons and daughters
Of an Indian nation called the Cherokee
Through the blood stained years, they walked the trail of tears
Crying for their home down on Yellow Creek
Oh, those Yellow Creek waters bathing sons and daughters
Of an Indian nation called the Cherokee
Through the blood stained years, they walked the trail of tears
Crying for their home down on Yellow Creek
Crying for their home down on Yellow Creek