Shebahonaning by G.R. Gritt Lyrics

Sound, sound, sound
Needles on the ground
White pine all around
Take, take, take
Clay out from the lake
Make it any shape
Stone, stone, stone
Made into pink roads
Tell me that I'm home
Say, say, say
Say all of the names
I never heard you say

I’ll make my way back to this lake
Time does not touch your wake
I'm standing where you stood for all your days
And I know you are from this land
I know I am from this land
Tried to erase it but they can't
I will seek out all the names
That they tried so hard to take
Those names wеre never thеirs to change
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