River Of Tears - Ian Hunter
I'm waiting on an elevator
In a hotel out in California
Smog clouds up the windows
But there is a plaque up on the wall
That tells of the agoras
People who were here long before us
Before the covered wagons
Before they lost it all
They were hunters
They were fishermen and they often
Fought each other
But one small tribe was different
Their leader was a peaceful man
They were weavers
They were painters
Trading pelts for pretty colours
Protected by the warriors for
The beauty in their hands
Roll back the years
Roll back the years to the river of tears
Of the chief he had a daughter
She was young and she was beautiful
He said go into the forest
Get some berries for the dye
But make your way back quickly
For the old bear's getting hungry
I don't want you out there
When the sun falls from the sky
Her basket filled with berries
She headed back toward the village
When a mighty roar erupted
She ran and hid inside a hollow tree
And the shadows were getting longer
And the forest was getting colder
And the chief began to panic
Where could his daughter be
Lost in the years yeah lost in the years
On the river of tears
In the camp the fires were dying when
The old chief started crying
Soon all the tribe were crying
And the ground grew wet beneath their feet
And the tears they turned to water
And the water became a river
And the river flowed like an arrow
To the foot of a hollow tree
And the girl looked out in wonder
As she saw the water falling
She knew it was her father and
She swam to his canoe
And all the tribe stopped crying
And the river started subsiding
Into the hill of the agoras
And so the legend grew
Roll back the years
Roll back the years
Roll back the years
Roll back the years
Ahh
To the river of tears
I wish all the world was healing
I wish all the world was healing
I wish all the world was healing
I wish all the world was healing
