Men came to ruin the land of the Tomahawk,
Where once the buffalo grazed the highway to cut this place.
Man shot them down to have summer fun,
And only a few had a chance to run.
Navajo tears, Navajo tears fell
Like the water from the mountains.
Navajo tears, Navajo tears fell
Like the water from the mountains.
Men came to ruin the land of the Tomahawk.
What could a knife do against rifles?
Many stories are written in the sand,
And I wonder when people go hand in hand.
Navajo tears, Navajo tears fell
Like the water from the mountains.
Navajo tears, Navajo tears fell
Like the water from the mountains.