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 rollin'

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