With each rising sun, more White Eyes came, taking more land and more of the Cherokee's way of life away.

From within the wickiup, a small cry awakens the morn,
This day, Prairie Rose was born.
Her proud father, Lone Elk, holds her high, to introduce her to the world,
The Great Spirit had blessed him with a beautiful baby girl.
But death had taken, Starlite, her mother away,
Starlite, would never embrace her baby or watch her at play.
Prairie Rose, was formed by the great love between woman and man,
This fact would be taught by Lone Elk, so Rose would understand.
Thus began Prairie Rose's Cherokee life,
Lone Elk must carry on, must raise Rose without his beloved wife.
He placed Starlite's body upon the burial pyre,
He prayed for her safe journey, weeping as he lit the fire.
A stony expression masked his handsome face,
He watched as the fire consumed Starlite's body, soon there would be no trace.
But Starlite's spirit would live on within tiny Prairie Rose,
The child possessed her great beauty, from head to toes.
Life had always been good for the Cherokee,
Mother Earth was so generous and they had land as far as the eye could see.
But with each rising sun, more White Eyes came, invading the range,
The Brave Cherokees, tried to cling to their way of life, not wanting change.
Lone Elk wondered, what would the future hold for Prairie Rose,
Lone Elk's eyes searched for answeres in the Big Sky, knowing only The Great Spirit truly knows.

MUSIC: BIG SKY