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 Mascalero death moans
See the smooth black nuggets by the thousands laying 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 'til 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