The Hero - Lyrics Home



He slurs in whiskey madness,
waves his musket in the air.
Says he'd rather shoot a red man
than the marten or the deer.
The furrier and the fishermen,
they breathe a fiery hate.
Comes the good man Major Cartwright but the hero comes too late.

Hazel eyes survey the movement
of the frozen-whiskered men
marching slowly up the Exploits
in the winter, 1810.
All their hopes turn to the future
but the past has laid their fate.
Comes the brave Lieutenant Buchan
but the hero comes too late.



In the Spring of 1819
Peyton rolls the fatal dice
the wise chief Nonosbawsut
lies, a corpse upon the ice.
And Demasduit the prisoner
wastes away in Twillingate.
Comes the good man William Cormack but the hero comes too late.



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Music and Lyrics by: Jef White
Vocals: Jef White
Acoustic and Electric Guitars: Jef White
Conga Drum: Jef White
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