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
|
|
Jaksa Chula Harjo
|
Jaksa Chula Harjo
|
Jaksa Chula Harjo*
|
|
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 manefests its will
|
drove them clear into the Pacific O
|
|
gone the way of flesh
|
turned pale and dies
|
by your god's decree
|
|
for he hated me
|
|
*Cherokee name for Andrew Jackson, the 7th president of the U.S.A.
|
|
-----------------
|
Among The Americans
|
| 10,000 Maniacs |
