Donna Hughes

Donna Hughes - Talking To The Wind songtekst

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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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