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| Says Carey to Adams "I knew that we had 'em, the death glaze was over his eyes. Those kind of red men are better off dead men. They ain't got the sense to survive." And they're dyin' by dozens; her uncles and cousins are sinking like stones in a pool. So mother and daughters set out for the waters where the Twillingate musketeers rule. Over late winter ice, 'cross the lakes and the river to the seacoast of old Badger Bay. Betty Decker is old, Nancy April is cold, Easter Eve is just wasting away. In a dim mamateek the old red woman speaks of the great chiefs gone down to the grave. Come the footsteps outside, but there's nowhere to hide and there's nothing but time left to save. "When we found them," said Cull, "their senses so dulled, they were nothing but red skin and bone. Some say we stole freedom but at least we could feed 'em. It's too late to just leave them alone." |
So they sailed out from land |
![]() Listen to the song: Play To download the full song click here Music and Lyrics by: Jef White Vocals: Jef White Acoustic Guitars and Mandolin: Jef White Violins and Cello - Elayne Ras Bass Guitar - Kim Ladd Drums - Manny Hussey Engineering and Programming: Mark Hussey and Wayne Taylor Produced and Arranged by: Jef White |
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| Words and music by Jef White © 1995 |