dance to the sun   a kiss to the earth   embrace a stone      come the small black book   come the brandy cask   one strange disease   the well worded paper   signed by the drunken   hands of thieves      and suddenly   they were told to leave      as the snake uncoiled on a road   the length was eighty miles   wagons' weary horses   lead the feverish exiles   barefoot in the early snow   on a ridge   where they beheld their home   coarse and barren   not the haven   promised by the Father      Jaksa Chula Harjo   Jaksa Chula Harjo   Jaksa Chula Harjo (*      the Red Sticks first and   the Dancing Ghosts were   pierced with arms of fire   and the weeping widows   left could not avenge   so the Western Star manifest its will   drove them clear into the Pacific O      gone the way of flesh   turned pale and died   by your god's decree      for he hated me      (* Cherokee name for Andrew Jackson   the 7th president of the U.S.A. )