Hoof prints and f oot prints, de ep ruts the wagons mad e
The v ictor and the lo ser came by her e
no h ead stones but th ese bones bring Mas calero death moan s
see the smooth black n uggets by the th ousands laying her e
petrified but j ustified are th ese Apache tea rs
Dead grass, d ry roots, hu nger crying in the night
Ghost of broken h earts and laws are he re
And w ho saw the yo ung squaw they jud ged by their whis key law
Tortured till she d ied of pain and fe ar
Where the s oldiers lay her ba ck are the bla ck Apache tear s
The y oung men, the ol d men, the gui lty and the inno cent
Bled red blood and c hilled alike with fe ar
The r ed men, the wh ite men, no fight ever took this land
So don't raise the d ust when you pass he re
They're s leeping and in my ke eping are the se Apache tear s