Iia Ii Ou Ii Ou Ii Ou Ou Ii Ou Ii
Ooo Ooo Ou Ii Ii Ia…

Oh Wagon Trains Rolling Along
They Fade From My Visions And In Time Will Be Gone
I-I See An Eagle In Space My People Will Follow Oh Oh A Vanishing Race
Ii Ii Ii Ou Ou Ii Ii

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

Ii Ii Ii Ou Ii Ii Ou Ii Ii Ou Ii Ii Ou Ii Ii…
Oh Wagon Trains Rolling Along
They Fade From My Visions And In Time Will Be Gone
I-I See An Eagle In Space And My People Will Follow A Vanishing Race

Oh Now Great Spirits On High Please Spare Them The Sorrow
You Show To My Eye Eye Eye Oh Oh
Now My Blanket I Roll
And I Ride To The Valley Of The Brave Navajo Oh Oh
Ii Ii Ou Ou Ii Ii
And I Ride To The Valley Of The Brave Navajo Oh Oh Ii Ii
Over Vanishing Navajo Oh Ii Ii Ou Ii Ii Ii Ii Ou Ii Ii Ii Ou