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Swan Lee got up at the running foot pow wow |
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Heading from the fire to his waiting Canoe |
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Chattering squaw untied the Wigwam door |
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The chief blew smoke rings two by two |
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The land in silence stands |
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Swan Lee, his boat by the bank in the darkness |
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Loosened the rope in the creek is entwined |
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A feather from the wing of a wild young eagle |
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Pointed to the land where his fortune he'd find |
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The land in silence stands |
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Swan Lee paddled on from the land of his fathers |
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His eyes scanned the undergrowth on either side |
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From the shore hung a hot, heavy, creature infested |
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Tropic, Swan Lee had a bow by his side |
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The land in silence stands |
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Swan Lee kept time, half on land, half on water |
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Grizzly bear and raccoon his fare |
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He followed his ears to the great water fall |
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Swan Lee knew deep down that his squaw was there |
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The land in silence stands |
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Suddenly the rush of the mighty great thunder |
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Confronted Swan Lee as his song he sang |
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In the dawn, with his squaw, he was battling home wards |
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It was all written down by long Silas Lang |
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The land in silence stands |
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The land in silence stands |
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The land in silence stands |
