Oh, wagon trains
Rolling along
They fade from my visions
And in time will be gone
I see
An eagle in space
My people will follow
A vanishing race
An Indian brave rolled along one day
On a lonely mountain trail
And he gazed below
With a heart of woe
Where the prairie schooners sail
A vision formed like a mortal storm
In the dust of the wagon train
A vanishing race
Appeared in space
And he sang his sad refrain
Oh, wagon trains
Rolling along
They fade from my visions
And in time will be gone
I see
An eagle in space
My people will follow
A vanishing race
Oh, now great spirits on high
Please spare them the sorrow
You show to my eye
Now
My blankets are roll
And I ride to the valley
Of the brave Navajo
And I ride to the valley
Of the brave Navajo
Oh, the vanishing Navajo