Woh-who-ey! Fly, Geronimo, fly! He was a man of steel and thunder, they hunted him like prey When he led one hundred brave hearts, a desperate warriors band His spirit broke the wire fences and flew to greet the day And Geronimos soul is in the heart of the wind in this land He sees the scouts, the troops that chased him, the fear in every eye Over the parched desert of Arizona , where the battles were won He laughs, a breath of cooling freedom, beneath the desert sky And the Apache ghosts walk until the setting of sun No chains can bind him, no treaty can hold Just the sound of the legend, fearless and bold Fly, spirit, fly! Over mountains and plains Where the canyon walls echo the sound of his name Woh-who-ey! Fly, Geronimo, fly! The wind whistles low, a howling mournful, deep sigh From the reservation's chains to the desert's embrace As the last warrior passes beneath the wide open sky Geronimos war cry still rides on the wind's swift pace No chains can bind him, no treaty can hold Just the sound of the legend, fearless and bold Fly, spirit, fly! Over mountains and plains Where the canyon walls echo the sound of his name Woh-who-ey! Fly, Geronimo, fly! No chains can bind him, no treaty can hold Just the sound of the legend, fearless and bold Fly, spirit, fly! Over mountains and plains Where the canyon walls echo the sound of his name Woh-who-ey! Fly, Geronimo, fly!
