dance to the sun a kiss to the earth embrace a stone
come the small black book come the brandy cask one strange disease the well worded paper signed by the drunken hands of thieves
and suddenly they were told to leave
as the snake uncoiled on a road the length was eighty miles wagons' weary horses lead the feverish exiles barefoot in the early snow on a ridge where they beheld their home coarse and barren not the haven promised by the Father
the Red Sticks first and the Dancing Ghosts were pierced with arms of fire and the weeping widows left could not avenge so the Western Star manifest its will drove them clear into the Pacific O
gone the way of flesh turned pale and died by your god's decree
for he hated meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
