Story Behind The Song
Watching an Indian Pow-Wow this summer there was one beautifully dressed very old Indian man. He was wearing a full suit of blue dyed leathers, and elegantly beaded breast plate and a full eagle feathered head dress. He was very old, could barely dance, and obviously in the last of his years, but nobility and pride glowed from him. I wondered about his outlook on passing. After researching much Indian video and using co-writer Keith Taylor's years of experience on a reservation near Toronto, this song was crafted. Jason Wyatt's brilliance brings it to life.
Song Description
I watched a lot of video on youtube about Indian spirituality and beliefs. I wanted to capture the last minutes of an old Indian's time in this world. Co-writer Keith Taylor had much experience and many friends on a Mohawk reservation near Toronto, Canada and added much to the authenticity of the song. Our hope was to produce a song that dignified the old ways of First Nation people in a respectful and decent manner.
Song Length |
3:47 |
Genre |
Country - Alternative, Country - Americana |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Moving |
Subject |
Existence, Race/Ethnicity |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
The smoke from his last draw drifts off with the breeze
Whispers as it sails... his old pipe is done burning
Wishes he could pass it on, but his moons have left no one
Old ways of knowledge silenced by his changing sun
(Chorus)
Drums on the wind, in the distance they begin
Calling out to him
One more time to hear drums on the wind ... again
Deer skins beating stories of ancestors lives
Honoring Mother Earth dancing his spirit to the sky
He sets down the cold pipe, closes his tired eyes
Elders appear to open the clouds, now it's time
Oh, Oh
(Repeat Chorus)
Ghosts of buffalo roam free on the plains
Together with nature before the whole world changed
(Instrumental)
(chanting)
He smiles and accepts his last moments of being alive
Seeing the trail going home, his time has arrived
The spirits in the tall grass, calling up to him at last
His new world full of visions of the ways of the past
Whoa oh oh
(Repeat Chorus)
.... Whoa whoa whoa woe
.... Whoa whoa whoa woe
.... Whoa whoa whoa woe
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