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