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Written by Max in 1985 and newly arranged for the album Long Way Home.
"I grew up in the midst of prehistoric Indian mounds in the Ohio River Valley. 'Nuff said."
Lyrics
in the bend of the river where the road crosses over,
where the water is muddy from crop cultivation -
in the bend of the river where the sycamores gather,
where the paw-paws ripen and the cliff leans over -
mound-building, earth-working -
building for future generations.
mound-building, earth-working -
building for future generations.
mound-building
the old mound-builder made a pile of stones -
in the shape of a serpent he covered it over.
it was all he left, and he left it forever -
in the bend of the river where the sycamores gather.
mound-building, earth-working -
building for future generations.
mound-building, earth-working -
building for future generations.
mound-building
it was all he left, he abandoned the country.
he did not see the Sioux nor the Iroquois canoe.
he did not see the highway with the cars passing over
in the bend of the river where the sycamores gather.
mound-building, earth-working -
building for future generations.
mound-building, earth-working -
building for future generations.
mound-building
mound-building
Copyright © Max Carmichael 1985, 2012.
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