From the recording Cave Spring Sessions
Lyrics
We were forced to leave Sharp knife at our backs During the winter freeze We left our native lands
This is the ground
Our fathers walked
And ancient trees we lived between What do they say
Can you hear them speak?
Crying out along the breeze
They say You can’t own the land And you can’t own a man
A life ain't property
Our nation fell
On a tear-soaked trail Who is left to tell our tale? Let the Red Clay speak
What did the people get For our end of the bargain? There ain’t nothing left But poverty and addiction
Ash to ash
And dust to dust
We were meant to ride and reign Stole our peace
And dignity
Only fear and greed was gained
Beause you can’t own the land And you can’t own a man
A life ain't property
A nation fell
And dignity
Only fear and greed was gained
Beause you can’t own the land And you can’t own a man
A life ain't property
A nation fell
On a tear-soaked trail Who is left to tell our tale? Let the Red Clay speak
Many moons
And years from now
We’ll be someone’s garden Our souls are turned
We have a gift
What stories will we tell them?
Chorus
That you can’t own the land And you can’t own a man My life ain't your property A nation fell
On a tear soaked trail
Who is left to tell this tale? Let the Red Clay speak
Let the Red Clay speak