Текст песни «Ian Hunter - River Of Tears»

Waiting on an elevator ' in a hotel out in California
Smog clouds up in 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 und 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

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 skya'a

Her basket filled with berries ' she headed back toward the village
When a mighty roar erupted ' she ran und hid inside a hollow tree
Shadows were getting longer ' the forest was getting colder
And the chief began to panic ' where could his daughter be?
Lost in the years ' 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 ' 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 ' to the river of tears
I wish all the world was healing