In the year of our lord 1584 England set sail for New World shores First colony settled in claim of their queen Roanoke Isle who knew what fate would bring
Chorus Life was hard And filled with strife Trying to balance death and life Winters harsh And filled with plague Colony's cost took its toll in spades Verse 2 Forced return to England for supplies Governor set out midst plaintive cries Sent quickly cross Atlantic on his way Colonists bound to face all Come what may
Chorus Colony lost without a trace New world last resting place Supply ship returned from the sea What they found was a mystery
Upon his return governor's affright Deserted village no grave markers in sight What malady or massacre did destiny hold None remained from whom the tale could be told
Chorus Colony lost without a trace No greater puzzle had the governor faced Nary a clue what their fate may be Save for the carving on a solitary treeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
