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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 they took away their land and made the boundaries

Governed with a heavy hand and you can

Almost hear the song of that old Indian

Longing for his home

Along the waters edge

Climbing mountains to escape the laws of white men

Walking softly in the rain… and 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

They died by the hands of the men

Who formed the counties

And they took away their land

And made the boundaries

Governed with a heavy hand and you 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 men

Walking softly in the rain… and 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

Almost hear the song of that old Indian

Longing for his home

Along the waters edge

Climbing mountains to escape the laws of white men

Walking softly in the rain… and talking to the wind

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