River Of Tears - Ian Hunter

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 sky»

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