The moon shone down with an eerie light
And cast it's beam on the lonely night
Shadows danced, a fluttering breeze
Stirred dead branches in the trees
The land laid waste, a chill in the air
Was proof that disaster had struck there
The moaning wind and the glistening snow
Seemed to whisper, "Geronimo!"
(Geronimo, Geronimo...)
A train of settlers left one day
From somewhere back east, they say
A song in their heart and hopes unfurled
To build a life in the western world
Husband, wives, kids by the score
Smiling faces, dreams galore
Future bright, but soon they'd know
The ominous name, Geronimo
Storm clouds gathered a few weeks out
Then came a spell of want and drought
Sick with fear they lost their way
On their knees they began to pray
And the prays were answered, a guiding hand
Showed the way to the promised land
The wind moaned to let them know
The man was known as, Geronimo
(Geronimo, Geronimo...)
A curl of smoke on the distant hill
A sign of peril ignored until
They suddenly saw with gasping breathe
Their doom was sealed by the hand of death
For there on a stallion sat their fate
Filled with a devilry, savage hate
Decked in war paint, all in glow
The warrior chief, Geronimo
The settler's wagons were wrecked and burnt
Men were killed wherever they turned
Nary a women or child were spared
Those alive stood shocked and scared
The nation mourned this carnage act
Could hard believe the terrible fact
The tomahawks swinging, arrows and bow
Was a work of a man called, Geronimo
(Geronimo, Geronimo...)
He appeared one day at the stockade door
Finally brought before the law to stand his trial
The verdict he got
Come to sunrise, he'd be shot
The same moon shines on the lonely night
And now it shines with a peaceful light
But should you listen to the falling snow
You can hear it murmur, "Geronimo!"
(Geronimo, Geronimo...)