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| Red ochre faces blend into the woodland where the deerfence runs down to the shore. From the glade steps the legion of the long spear. Mighty stags tumble to the forest floor. Copper-skin princesses run with the children as the deer slayers appear on the hill. And tonight they will chant in jubilation as the braves weave a legend of the kill. Maple smoke drifts in a mist on the river as the night pulls them under her wing. But a stranger lies anchored in the harbour. Blue-eyed tribe from a far and mighty king. What do they bring? |
Once we walked down to the banks of the river and we danced with a brass-buttoned man. And we placed in his hand the headless arrow. And he told us his ships would come again-- our brass-buttoned friend. When the season returned we went back to the waters and we looked out for Whittington's sails. But they came with the thunder of the cannon; and we vanished into the island trails. His promise had failed. We are the people who sprang from the arrow that the Great Spirit lodged in the ground. Many seasons will our spirits dwell among you; ‘til the wisdom of the arrow shall be found. It shall be found. |
![]() Listen to the song: Play To download the full song click here Music and Lyrics by: Jef White Vocals: Jef White and Ana Coutinho Acoustic and Electric Guitars: Jef White 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 |