The moon shone down with an eerie light
And cast its beam on the lonely night.
Shadows danced, a fluttering breeze
Stirred dead branches in the trees.
The land laid waste, a chill in the air
Was proof that disaster had struck there.
The moaning wind and the glistening snow
Seemed to whisper: Geronimo!
Geronimo, Geronimo...
A train of settlers left one day
From somewhere back east, they say.
A song in their heart and hopes unfurled
To build a life in the western world.
Husband, wives, kids by the score,
Smiling faces, dreams galore.
Future bright, but soon they'd know
The ominous name: Geronimo!
Storm clouds gathered a few weeks out,
Then came a spell of want and drought.
Sick with fear they lost their way,
On their knees they began to pray.
And the prays were answered, a guiding hand
Showed the way to the promised land.
The wind moaned to let them know
The man was known as Geronimo!
Geronimo, Geronimo...
A curl of smoke on the distant hill,
A sign of peril ignored until
They suddenly saw with gasping breathe
Their doom was sealed by the hand of death.
For there on a stallion sat their fate,
Filled with a devilry, savage hate.
Decked in war paint, all in glow,
The warrior chief Geronimo!
The settler's wagons were wrecked and burned,
Men were killed wherever they turned.
An area where women and child were spared,
Those alive stood shocked and scared.
The nation mourned this conny drag,
Could hard believe the terrible fact.
The tomahawks singing, arrows and bow
Was a work of a man called Geronimo!
Geronimo, Geronimo...
He appeared one day at the stock gate door
Finally brought before the Lord to stand his trial,
The verdict he got,
Come to sunrise, he'd be shot.
The same moon shines on a lonely night
And now it shines with a peaceful light.
But should you listen to the falling snow,
You hear it murmur: Geronimo!
Geronimo, Geronimo...