اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
On a trading path through the Carolinas
Used by Indians who braved the wind & rain
They settled down beside the raging waters
And they worked the land until the white men came and formed the counties
And took away their land and made the boundaries
Goverened with a heavy hand and you….
Chorus:
Can almost hear that song, of that old Indian
Longing for his home, along the waters edge
Climbing mountains to escape the laws of white man
Walking softly in the rain & talking to the wind
They were friendly and they rode on painted horses
Fearing no one, not harming anything
They were trusting when the pilgrims came to live here
Then they died by the hands of the men who formed the counties
And they took away their land and made the boundaries
Goverened with a heavy hand and you….
Chorus:
Can almost hear that sad song, of that old Indian
Crying for his home, along the waters edge
Climbing mountains to escape the laws of white man
Walking softly in the rain & talking to the wind
They were trusting when they taught us how to live here
Then they scattered to the wind
Leaving only tears behind them
And an old forgotten art and all their memories
Dying with a broken heart and you,
Can almost hear that song, of that old Indian
Long for his home, along the waters edge
Climbing mountains to escape the laws of white man
Walking softly in the rain & talking to the wind
