A vision formed like a mortal storm
And I ride to the valley of the brave Navajo
Please spare them the sorrow you show to my eye
Oh, now great spirits on high
In the dust of the wagon train
And he sang his sad refrain
And he gazed below with a heart of woe
I, I see an eagle in space
A vanishing race appeared in space
My people will follow oh oh, a vanishing race
I, I see an eagle in space
And my people will follow a vanishing race
On a lonely mountain trail
An Indian brave rolled along one day
Where the prairie schooners sail
Now my blankets are roll
Oh, wagon trains rollin' along
They fade from my visions and in time will be gone
And I ride to the valley of the brave Navajo
