Sequoia's winters were sixteen silent tongue spirit clean. He walked at his father's side. Across the smoking battle ground where red and white men lay all around.
(Sung). Well with everybody tryin' to tell us what to do,. You wonder how are you to know whose word is true.. But the preacher just keep on a bringing us the very same word..
There was an old stone-cutter who lived in a cabin on the mountain side. And the old stone-cutter knew it won't be long before he died. And all around his cabin were statues the man had made.
In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town. Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people came from all around. And all the girls from there to Austin.
I'm gonna write a tear stained letter,. I'm gonna mail it straight to you.. I'm gonna bring back to your mind,. What you said about always bein' true..