Talking To The Wind Lyrics - Singles - Donna Hughes

On a trading path, through the Carolinas 

Used by Indians who braved the wind and rain 

They settled down beside the raging waters 

And they worked the land until the white men came 

And formed the counties 

And they took away their land 

And made the boundaries 

Governed with a heavy hand 

And you can almost hear the song 

Of that old Indian longing for his home 

Along the waters edge 

Climbing mountains to escape 

The laws of white men 

Walking softly in the rain and talking to the wind 

They were friendly and they rode on painted horses 

Fearing no one, not harming anything 

They were trusting when the pilgrims came to live here 

And then they died by the hands of the men 

Who formed the counties 

And they took away their land 

And made the boundaries 

Governed with a heavy hand 

And you can almost hear that sad song 

Of that old Indian crying for his home 

Along the waters edge 

Climbing mountains to escape 

The laws of white men 

Walking softly in the rain and talking to the wind 

They were trusting when they taught us how to live here 

And then they scattered to the wind, leaving only tears behind them 

And an old forgotten art 

And all their memories, dying with a broken heart 

And you almost hear the song 

Of that old Indian longing for his home 

Along that waters edge 

Climbing mountains to escape 

The laws of white men 

Walking softly in the rain, talking to the wind