Johnny Horton - The Vanishing Race en Lyrkit

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The Vanishing Race

The Vanishing Race

An Indian brave rolled along one day on a lonely mountain trail
And he gazed below with a heart of woe where the prairie schooners sail
A vision formed like a mortal storm in the dust of the wagon train
A vanishing race appeared in space and he sang this sad refrain

Oh... wagon trains rolling, they fade from my visions and in time will be gone
I see an eagle in space, my people will follow a vanishing race
Now great spirits on high, please spare them the sorrow you show to my eye
Now my blankets are roll and I ride to the valley of the brave Navajo
Vanishing Navajo
In time will be gone

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