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Words Of Fire Deeds Of Blood Lyrics

Perhaps you think the creator sent you here to dispose of us as you see fit

 If i thought you were sent by the creator

 I might be induced to think you had a right to dispose of me

 Do not misunderstand me

 But understand me fully with reference to my affection for the land

 I never said the land was mine to do with as i choose

 The one who has a right to dispose of it is the one who has created it

 

 I claim a right to live on my land

 And accord you the privilege to return to yours

 Brother we have listened to your talk

 Coming from our father the great white chief at washington

 And my people have called upon me to reply to you

 And in the winds which pass through these aged pines

 We hear the moanings of their departed ghosts

 

 And if the voice of our people could have been heard

 That act would never have been done

 But alas though they stood around they could neither be seen or heard

 Their tears fell like drops of rain

 I hear my voice in the depths of the forest

 But no answering voice comes back to me

 All is silent around me

 My words must therefore be few

 I can now say no more

 

 He is silent for he has nothing to answer when the sun goes down