In the Trail of the Wind Lyrics – Words A Game

In the trail of the wind
This is the fifth age of the sun
In it will be earthquakes
In it will be hunger

And we will be left
In a trail of wind
Disease pushed upon the pure
From Wounded Knee And now?

The trail loosens
My children were left to suffer
In the frigid winter cold I must find my children
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Words A Game Lyrics – In the Trail of the Wind

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In the Trail of the Wind