Siddharta - Spirit of Buddha-Bar - Budapest

They took the whole Cherokee Nation Put us on this reservation Took away our ways of life The tomahawk and the bow and knife Took away our native tongue And taught their English to our young And all the beads we made by hand Are nowadays made in Japa

 I come to the garden alone While the dew is still on the roses And the voice I hear falling on my ear The son of god discloses And he walks with me and he talks with me And he tells me I am his own And the joy we share as we tarry there None other