“The Indian”
I’ve heard it said that every man’s alone
To walk the path his heart is shown
And in the end to say that he has grown
And in the end to know he has
I’ve walked a mile for every time I’ve heard
That truth is just a word
Well
Send me out on the never-ending search
I’ll find some for you
The distant trees
The rolling breeze
The burning sky
The tear in your eye
(I heard the Indian talking
From somewhere in the pines
I felt his soul a walking
Deep within the night
I saw his sky a flaming
Buffalo’s ran free
I heard the Indian talking
His words were meant for me)
The distant trees
The rolling breeze
The burning sky
The tear in your eye
I’ve heard it said that every man’s alone
To walk the path his heart is shown
And in the end to say that he has grown
And in the end to know he has
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 11:31 AM UTC
“The Indian”
I’ve heard it said that every man’s alone
To walk the path his heart is shown
And in the end to say that he has grown
And in the end to know he has
I’ve walked a mile for every time I’ve heard
That truth is just a word
Well
Send me out on the never-ending search
I’ll find some for you
The distant trees
The rolling breeze
The burning sky
The tear in your eye
(I heard the Indian talking
From somewhere in the pines
I felt his soul a walking
Deep within the night
I saw his sky a flaming
Buffalo’s ran free
I heard the Indian talking
His words were meant for me)
The distant trees
The rolling breeze
The burning sky
The tear in your eye
I’ve heard it said that every man’s alone
To walk the path his heart is shown
And in the end to say that he has grown
And in the end to know he has
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