Hoof prints
And foot prints
Deep ruts the wagons made
The victor and the loser
Came by here
No head stones
But these bones
Bring the mascalero death moans
See the smooth black nuggets
By the thousands lying here
Petrified
But justified
Are these apache tears
Dead grass
Dry roots
Hunger crying in the night
Ghost of broken hearts
And laws are here
And who saw
The young squaw
They judged by their whiskey law
Tortured till she died
Of pain and fear
Where the soldiers
Lay her back
Are the black apache tears
The young men
The old men
The guilty and the innocent
Bled red blood
And chilled alike with fears
The red men
The white men
No fight ever took this land
So don't raise the dust
When you pass here
They're sleeping
And in my keeping
Are these apache tears