Waiting on an elevator - in a hotel out in California
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Smog clouds up in the windows - but there is a plaque up on the wall
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That tells of the Agoras - people who were here long before us
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Before the covered wagons - before they lost it all
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They were hunters - they were fishermen und they often fought each other
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But one small tribe was different - their leader was a peaceful man
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They were weavers - they were painters - trading pelts for pretty colours
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Protected by the warriors for the beauty in their hands
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Roll back the years - roll back the years - to the river of tears
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The chief he had a daughter - she was young and she was beautiful
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He said, "Go into the forest - get some berries for the dye
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But make your way back quickly - for the old bear's getting hungry
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I don't want you out there - when the sun falls from the sky"
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Her basket filled with berries - she headed back toward the village
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When a mighty roar erupted - she ran und hid inside a hollow tree
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Shadows were getting longer - the forest was getting colder
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And the chief began to panic - where could his daughter be?
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Lost in the years - lost in the years - on the river of tears
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In the camp the fires were dying when the old chief started crying
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Soon all the tribe were crying - the ground grew wet beneath their feet
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And the tears they turned to water and the water became a river
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And the river flowed like an arrow - to the foot of a hollow tree
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And the girl looked out in wonder - as she saw the water falling
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She knew it was her father and she swam to his canoe
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And all the tribe stopped crying - and the river started subsiding
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Into the hill of the Agoras - and so the legend grew
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Roll back the years - roll back the years
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Roll back the years - to the river of tears
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I wish all the world was healing
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River Of Tears
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| Ian Hunter |
