The sunrise above them
   As they make their way
   In the early morning light
   No backward glance
   Frightened of tomorrow
   On a lonely road
   Shrouded in misted rain
   The vanquished race
  
   Chorus:
   They felt the touch of loneliness
   They felt the dread of fear
   And found the path of wisdom
   Along the trail of tears
  
   So many ways of falling
   A thousand barefoot tribes
   Who trusted promises
   No resting place
   March into the wilderness
   Time their fate decides
   Leaving behind them
   Treasures and gold
  
   (Chorus)
  
   The sun sets before them
   In another land
   Withered in spirit
   The struggle ends
  
   (Chorus twice)