The Flint Arrowhead
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โฑ๏ธ 2:53 duration
๐ ID: 6130779
๐ Lyrics
While traveling this land, from border to border, and from sea to sea
There have been a few occasions to leave the beaten path and to find the place
And quiet that's good for thought, and just walking through a trackless forest
Or exploring ruins of the earliest settlers, or walking along a creek bed
Hoping to find a relic such as a tomahawk, an axe, or even an arrowhead
Left by a race of long since vanished Indians
There's a great thrill, and it's a wonderful feeling to find a flint arrowhead
Over fields of new turned sod, and in communion with my God, I walked alone
In a furrow bed, I found an arrowhead chiseled from stone
I don't know how long ago some Redman drew his bow on its last fight
Or did he drop it here, afraid white men were near to attack at night
I do know this one thing beyond all questioning, it was made to kill
And proof of a master trade is in this arrowhead he made, fashioned with skill
That I inherited this ground is denied by this stone I've found, but when and by who
Come join me in my tracks, then let's stop and look back to the vale and through
In love and peace, we'll see the shadows and the trees and voices too
But quietly, slowly tread this home of the forgotten dead whose bones are dust
I'm proud that their craftsmen's skill survives the ages, still left in my trust
There have been a few occasions to leave the beaten path and to find the place
And quiet that's good for thought, and just walking through a trackless forest
Or exploring ruins of the earliest settlers, or walking along a creek bed
Hoping to find a relic such as a tomahawk, an axe, or even an arrowhead
Left by a race of long since vanished Indians
There's a great thrill, and it's a wonderful feeling to find a flint arrowhead
Over fields of new turned sod, and in communion with my God, I walked alone
In a furrow bed, I found an arrowhead chiseled from stone
I don't know how long ago some Redman drew his bow on its last fight
Or did he drop it here, afraid white men were near to attack at night
I do know this one thing beyond all questioning, it was made to kill
And proof of a master trade is in this arrowhead he made, fashioned with skill
That I inherited this ground is denied by this stone I've found, but when and by who
Come join me in my tracks, then let's stop and look back to the vale and through
In love and peace, we'll see the shadows and the trees and voices too
But quietly, slowly tread this home of the forgotten dead whose bones are dust
I'm proud that their craftsmen's skill survives the ages, still left in my trust
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:05.47] While traveling this land, from border to border, and from sea to sea
[00:09.95] There have been a few occasions to leave the beaten path and to find the place
[00:14.42] And quiet that's good for thought, and just walking through a trackless forest
[00:19.02] Or exploring ruins of the earliest settlers, or walking along a creek bed
[00:24.48] Hoping to find a relic such as a tomahawk, an axe, or even an arrowhead
[00:29.89] Left by a race of long since vanished Indians
[00:34.50] There's a great thrill, and it's a wonderful feeling to find a flint arrowhead
[00:40.04]
[01:00.83] Over fields of new turned sod, and in communion with my God, I walked alone
[01:12.56] In a furrow bed, I found an arrowhead chiseled from stone
[01:20.66] I don't know how long ago some Redman drew his bow on its last fight
[01:29.69] Or did he drop it here, afraid white men were near to attack at night
[01:37.72] I do know this one thing beyond all questioning, it was made to kill
[01:44.98] And proof of a master trade is in this arrowhead he made, fashioned with skill
[01:54.98] That I inherited this ground is denied by this stone I've found, but when and by who
[02:05.76] Come join me in my tracks, then let's stop and look back to the vale and through
[02:14.74] In love and peace, we'll see the shadows and the trees and voices too
[02:22.83] But quietly, slowly tread this home of the forgotten dead whose bones are dust
[02:32.54] I'm proud that their craftsmen's skill survives the ages, still left in my trust
[02:40.17]
[00:09.95] There have been a few occasions to leave the beaten path and to find the place
[00:14.42] And quiet that's good for thought, and just walking through a trackless forest
[00:19.02] Or exploring ruins of the earliest settlers, or walking along a creek bed
[00:24.48] Hoping to find a relic such as a tomahawk, an axe, or even an arrowhead
[00:29.89] Left by a race of long since vanished Indians
[00:34.50] There's a great thrill, and it's a wonderful feeling to find a flint arrowhead
[00:40.04]
[01:00.83] Over fields of new turned sod, and in communion with my God, I walked alone
[01:12.56] In a furrow bed, I found an arrowhead chiseled from stone
[01:20.66] I don't know how long ago some Redman drew his bow on its last fight
[01:29.69] Or did he drop it here, afraid white men were near to attack at night
[01:37.72] I do know this one thing beyond all questioning, it was made to kill
[01:44.98] And proof of a master trade is in this arrowhead he made, fashioned with skill
[01:54.98] That I inherited this ground is denied by this stone I've found, but when and by who
[02:05.76] Come join me in my tracks, then let's stop and look back to the vale and through
[02:14.74] In love and peace, we'll see the shadows and the trees and voices too
[02:22.83] But quietly, slowly tread this home of the forgotten dead whose bones are dust
[02:32.54] I'm proud that their craftsmen's skill survives the ages, still left in my trust
[02:40.17]