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Joseph Huber
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Wanchese & Manteo
Lightning strikes the ocean's veil Turned tempest sea, all free of sails Thunderheaded clouds assail the island of Roanoke The hurricane and her mighty eye, Whirling in the widening gyre The old poets words do roll Over old Wanchese and Manteo. Old Wanchese and Manteo Were proud, noble, native souls Who bowed to Raleigh as he broke the circles of the sun. And Raleigh knew he'd found his men With fiercest framed and tanned hide skins. Brazen tonges of Algonquin Held the west yet to be won. Manteo, between two world torn, Turned his face forward-born He traded in the clothes he'd worn for brand new English flair Raleigh baptized him in sin of Old World Civilisation He opened up the gates And in rode the future's heedless stare. But old Wnachese, no he ain't so sure About the promise of the future, He threw himself back to the earth that he had always known. He tucked back into shadows black When White's men came, well, he attacked He walked backwards and brushed his tracks For the earth ain't ours to own. One looked forwad, one within One sold the ground that kep his kin Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com The other shed the blood of men Of a future come to fast. And those two men live on today In the costal towns that bare their names And they'll treat you quite the same For the future's just the past. That town, Manteo, well he'd be pleased To wine, and dine, and give you ease For a night or four centuries, no, Manteo, he don't mind But old Wanchese, well, he holds a grudge, He'll dash your vessels into dust, Sink your house into the mud And leave you wondering why. Yeah Manteo, such a helpful hand, Such a good old boy without a land, Was it worth the plaque that stands 'Our Savage, Manteo' While old Wanchese, his soul lays claim To the roaring thunder, wind, and rain, He's in the eye of that hurricane as it circles Roanoke Well, the future may come on too strong. Defile the past to right it's wrongs, And leave you with a load of songs To ease a wearied soul. Cause in your soul, as in this great land, A battle rages between two men, Which one will you feed my friend; Old Wanchese or Manteo?
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