Her father was a man who knew no fences
Her mother was a woman of the trail
But Jenny Wind was born into a new world
When the white man came
Jenny was taught the old ways
And she learned to speak her father’s tongue
When she died, she was one of the last ones
And the earth covered up her bones
Jenny Wind was born a wild thing
A sister to Coyote and the sun
But they gave her a dress of calico
And they named her Jenny Wind
But the white man’s ways, they followed her
She was buried ‘neath a marker made of stone
And on her grave they carved her pretty name
Here lies the Indian, Jenny Wind
They say her soul flies free
Caring for the weary and the lost
In the forest deep and quiet
All around the grave of Jenny Wind
I met Jenny on a summer night
Walking in the Placer County hills
I stumbled on her grave in the forest there
So all alone and still
I wondered if she cared that I found her
Lying so hidden and alone
I wondered who she was before they named her
The Indian Jenny Wind
The silence grew ‘til it touched me
And held me like the words on the stone
And for the first time I was afraid
I would not find my way home
I ran from her as the night grew darker
I dropped my glasses and I took a fall
Lost and blind, somehow I found them
Lying on her grave so small
And I believe her soul flies free
And it cares for the weary and the lost
In the forest deep and quiet
All around the grave of Jenny Wind

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