Land of blue smoke calling me
Hooray, hooray, hooray
Shekinahe, Shekinahe
There are spirits in these hills
Home of the wind and the
whippoorwills
Stories carried through the years
Warriors, chiefs, and the Trail of Tears
You see beauty when
the blue smoke's rising
And you can feel it when the eagles fly
Every blast of rock and brook
Lookin' like a picture
angels took Shekinahe
Ooh -wah, ooh -wah, ooh -wah -ee
Listen to the sound of the Cherokee
Ooh -wah, ooh -wah, ooh -wah -ee
Eagles fly, oh, Shekinahe
Shekinahe, Shekinahe
Every woman, man and child
that walks these hills can testify
God walks with them when they go
Hovering near like a holy ghost
So believe in what I say
when I speak of Shekinahe
Makes no difference where you roam
the land of blue smoke
Is your home
Singin' ooh -ah, ooh -ah, ooh -ah -ee
Listen to the sound of the Cherokee
Ooh -ah, ooh -ah, ooh -ah -ay
Eagles fly o 'er Shekinahay
So keep your memory locked inside
Keep your dreams and hold them tight
Often think back on this day
Shekinahay
Shekinahay
She's gonna hate, she's gonna hate
Listen to the sound of the Cherokee
She's gonna hate,
she's gonna hate
Listen to the sound of the Cherokee
She's gonna hate you