The River Of Tears

Waiting on an elevator – in a hotel out in California
Smog clouds up in the windows – but there is a plaque up on the wall
That tells of the Agoras – people who were here long before us
Before the covered wagons – before they lost it all

They were hunters – they were fishermen und they often fought each other
But one small tribe was different – their leader was a peaceful man
They were weavers – they were painters – trading pelts for pretty colours
Protected by the warriors for the beauty in their hands
Roll back the years – roll back the years – to the river of tears

The chief he had a daughter - she was young and she was beautiful
He said, "Go into the forest – get some berries for the dye
But make your way back quickly – for the old bear's getting hungry
I don't want you out there – when the sun falls from the sky"

Her basket filled with berries – she headed back toward the village
When a mighty roar erupted – she ran und hid inside a hollow tree
Shadows were getting longer – the forest was getting colder
And the chief began to panic – where could his daughter be?
Lost in the years – lost in the years – on the river of tears

In the camp the fires were dying when the old chief started crying
Soon all the tribe were crying – the ground grew wet beneath their feet
And the tears they turned to water and the water became a river
And the river flowed like an arrow – to the foot of a hollow tree
And the girl looked out in wonder – as she saw the water falling
She knew it was her father and she swam to his canoe
And all the tribe stopped crying – and the river started subsiding
Into the hill of the Agoras – and so the legend grew
Roll back the years – roll back the years
Roll back the years – to the river of tears
I wish all the world was healing