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And that was some time last September, It don't give the exact date [Chorus] Where the white man does as he pleases Then the talk turned back
comes On a journey without destination. Once a hero- now forgotten On the edge of death by chill and starvation. From the frozen plains he comes.
White are the far-off plains, And white the fading forests grow; The wind dies out along the height And denser still the snow, A gathering weight
I watch these woods at night On lonely roads at night I wait in vain for the spirit train On a windy hill, by a mossy stone I stand alone
icy plains Art and emotion that run in my veins I feel true passion inspired by your might And your breathtaking wonders With the magic
I know it'll all be better come September These miles and walls will seem like a dream (Dream on you tonight) I've done all I can do to help remember
I'll run to you My bow bounces over the foamy white crest I'll hold fast the tiller and pray for the best And when the storm smashes my raft
I ride the winds that howl And bring down the rain Thunder and lightning strikes Across the desert plains I ride alone at night On my white
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
held me, I fell kind of lonely How can I began, when I never though gonna end It was me and you alone, to the end we spent Most of the time, rewired
a light Her clothes were so black and her face was so white How could I know what was right? And I sat all huddled upon my bed Watching her in my