THE LAST WARRIOR

 

I often recall an old song

My granny sang long ago.

It brought tears to my eyes

As she sang soft and low.

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The melody was hauntingly sad

And the story it told was true,

About a lonely Indian brave

And the life that he once knew.

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He told about his homeland

Deep within a forest glade,

But only memories remained,

Memories that would never fade.

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He told of his loving parents

And of siblings, there were two,

They lived in peace and harmony

And of troubles, there were few.

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He fell in love with a maiden

And asked her to be his wife,

She bore him three children brave,

The pride of his young life.

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But then the white man came

With his canons and his guns

And took away all he had known

Including his three sons.

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Only he was left to tell the tale,

Broken, sad and all alone,

Ever looking skyward, yearning,

For the Great Spirit to call him home.

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All that he knew and loved

Rested beneath the cold clay,

For the guns of the white man

Came and took them all away.

©Lora Cox

Here are the words to the song as best my brother and I remember. I wish I could provide the music. But I canít. You will just have to take my word that it was beautiful. Unless, perhaps, your granny sang it too. I would be very interested to know if you've heard this song.

Steels Of The White Man

Alas, said an Indian,
I once had a home,
In a deep forest glade,
Where the wild deer did roam.
Where the Shawnee feast,
On a festival day,
But the steels of the White Man,
Took it away. 
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I once had a mother, 
Who watched o'er my youth, 
And a father who taught me, 
In the foot steps of truth. 
But their spirit has vanished, 
Beneath a corpse of clay, 
For the steels of the white man, 
Took them away. 
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I once had a brother,
The pride of the vale,
And a sister whose cheeks,
They were ruddy and pale,
And I'd often join them,
In innocent play,
But the steels of the White Man, 
Took them away.
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I once loved a maiden
With long raven hair
We had three children brave
So young and so fair,
But their spirit has vanished, 
Beneath a corpse of clay, 
For the steels of the white man, 
Took them away. 
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I once had a family
But where are they now?
The cold winds of death 
Have long since chilled their brow.
And their spirit has vanished, 
Beneath a corpse of clay, 
For the steels of the white man, 
Took them away. 
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Oh, soon I shall follow, 
The great spirits call
Away to that land, 
Where the free never fall. 
To that far and distant shore, 
So far, so far, away, 
Where the steels of the white man, 
Can't take me away. 

Author Unknown

 

Midi "Twist of Fate" is
used with permission 
and is copyright © 2001 Bruce DeBoer


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