|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
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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
Words and music
by Jef White © 1995