On a trading path through the Carolinas Used by Indians who braved the wind & rain They settled down beside the raging waters And they worked the land until the white men came and formed the counties And took away their land and made the boundaries Goverened with a heavy hand and youâŠ.
Chorus: Can almost hear that song, of that old Indian Longing for his home, along the waters edge Climbing mountains to escape the laws of white man Walking softly in the rain & talking to the wind
They were friendly and they rode on painted horses Fearing no one, not harming anything They were trusting when the pilgrims came to live here Then they died by the hands of the men who formed the counties And they took away their land and made the boundaries Goverened with a heavy hand and youâŠ.
Chorus: Can almost hear that sad song, of that old Indian Crying for his home, along the waters edge Climbing mountains to escape the laws of white man Walking softly in the rain & talking to the wind
They were trusting when they taught us how to live here Then they scattered to the wind Leaving only tears behind them And an old forgotten art and all their memories Dying with a broken heart and you,
Can almost hear that song, of that old Indian Long for his home, along the waters edge Climbing mountains to escape the laws of white man Walking softly in the rain & talking to the wind