Текст песни Talking To The Wind - Donna Hughes, Carl Jackson, Alecia Nugent

Talking To The Wind

On a trading path, through the Carolinas\nUsed by Indians who braved the wind & rain\nThey settled down beside the raging waters\nAnd they worked the land until the white men came and formed the counties\nAnd they took away their land and made the boundaries\nGoverned with a heavy hand and you can\nAlmost hear the song of that old Indian\nLonging for his home\nAlong the waters edge\nClimbing mountains to escape the laws of white men\nWalking softly in the rain… And talking to the wind\nThey were friendly and they rode on painted horses\nFearing no one, not harming anything\nThey were trusting when the pilgrims came to live here\nThey died by the hands of the men\nWho formed the counties\nAnd they took away their land\nAnd made the boundaries\nGoverned with a heavy hand and you can\nAlmost hear that sad song of that old Indian\nCrying for his home\nAlong the waters edge\nClimbing mountains to escape the laws of white men\nWalking softly in the rain… And talking to the wind\nThey were trusting when they taught us how to live here\nThen they scattered to the wind\nLeaving only tears behind them\nAnd an old forgotten art\nAnd all their memories\nDying with a broken heart\nAlmost hear the song of that old Indian\nLonging for his home\nAlong the waters edge\nClimbing mountains to escape the laws of white men\nWalking softly in the rain… And talking to the wind