The Place of Breaking Light Is red upon the sky; Through the forest pines, Beloved, comes a sigh. Is it sigh or winds The dreaming cedars wake? Doth thy signal gleam Or wing-flash on the lake? Ah, if my calling flute Implore thee soft and clear, In thy forest lodge, Beloved, wouldst thou hear? Should my signal flash Across the hills to thee, Beloved, wouldst thou come To keep a tryst with me?
From Wigwam and Tepee
by Charles Wakefield Cadman (1881 - 1946)
1. The Place of Breaking Light  [sung text checked 1 time]
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- by Nelle Richmond Eberhart (1871 - 1944)
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Researcher for this page: Johann Winkler2. From the Long Room of the Sea  [sung text checked 1 time]
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From the long room of the sea Came a spirit weeping, In my wigwam stood by me, Woke me from my sleeping. In a whisper soft as breath, Thus the spirit wailing: "In the white canoe of death Is thy warrior sailing."
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- by Nelle Richmond Eberhart (1871 - 1944)
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Researcher for this page: Johann Winkler3. Ho, Ye Warriors on the Warpath  [sung text checked 1 time]
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Ho, ye warriors on the warpath, Lonely, camping in a land of strangers, Ho,ye hunters,ye moccasin carriers, Ye who build the fires, All ye who have gone forth: Lest your hearts know fear in darkness, Through the ghostly chill of midnight, I send my thoughts to you. Ho,ye warriors on the warpath, Moving silent through the mist of daybreak, Ho,ye hunters,ye moccasin carriers, Ye who build the fires, All ye who have gone forth: Lest your arrows fail in battle, Through the tender light of morning, I send my thoughts to you.
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- by Nelle Richmond Eberhart (1871 - 1944)
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Researcher for this page: Johann Winkler4. The Thunderbirds Come from the Cedars  [sung text checked 1 time]
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The thunderbirds come from their forest of cedars, The Thunder God roars as they hide the sun's beams; The winds path I tread with their black wings above me, Yet fearless am I who have known them in dreams. The swallows before and the bird-hawks that follow, They herald the storm and the Thunder Gods might; Yet brave is my heart when his yellow eye flashes, And forth at my call comes the Maker of Light. E tho he the tho!
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- by Nelle Richmond Eberhart (1871 - 1944)
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