Guide me Jehovah (Cherokee)

Skwah thih ni:se:sti; yiho:wa Guide me, Jehovah
e:lato ka? jh sv':i as I travel here below;
Tsiwanaka hli:yu ayv I am very weak
Tsa hli nikiti nihi You are strong
nikohi:lv nikohi:lv All the Time, All the Time
skih ste:lih ske:sti yo? ko Always continue helping me

The Trail on Which We Cried

I live in Oklahoma, I am Cherokee
In our language we would say, "I am Tsalagi"
Many years ago it was and far, far away
I was a child and my memory fades
The soldiers came into our house
My father wanted to fight
My mother said, "No they'll kill us all",
So we went without a fight
My brother drove the wagon, and my parents walked beside
that I can remember from the trail on which we cried

My mother begged the soldiers at the stockade
To go back for some blankets and food she had made
Some widows came with us as we rode along
One of them sang me a lullaby song
The people grew weary of salt pork every day
My father he hunted for food along the way
Much is forgotten over the years
The road was so muddy, muddy with tears
There was a lot of sickness, so many children died
That's all I can remember on the trail on which we cried

The Legend of the Cherokee Rose

I will tell you a story not every one knows
How God gave the People the Cherokee Rose
When the bodies of the children by the roadside were laid
Give us a sign for the mothers they prayed
And up grew a rose at the roadsides were found
White like the tears that fell to the ground
With a center of gold for the gold that was stolen
from the Cherokee land
And seven green leaves for the seven great clans
A legend is a legend, few people know
The legend I heard of the Cherokee rose