He was six foot nine With raven coloured hair Copper coloured skin So you best beware
He cast down the white men They died like dogs No less than we deserved For getting lost in his fog And I sing
Woah Yea-eah Blood on the floor And bones everywhere I guess he earned his name As The Hand of Bear
Woah Yea-eah
He's got himself a woman Feral in the snow To the mountain white (?) That he called his home Her gentle loving broke him In the desert out there It's been a while since we heard a man They call The Hand of Bear And I sing
Woah Yea-eah Blood on the floor And bones everywhere I guess he earned his name As The Hand of Bear Woah Yea-eah
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