Immigrants - The trail of tears

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THE TRAIL OF TEARS

In the middle of December on the cold hard ground
I journeyed from native soil to a distant land
An ice-blocked river on my westward run
like streams of justice barred by wicked men
A gathering of knaves declared the law
Drawn on deceit not some higher code
A choice between something and nothing at all.
I’d rather suffer and be free on the road

In the dead of winter on the trail of tears
I travel west on a dark path to nowhere
I may not make it to the new frontier
Well my soul has faded and will disappear

The cord’s been broken and I must go
Wandering a strange place that I’ll never know
I left my father in a six foot hole
His tears like raindrops....wailing wind stabs my soul
Farewell, farewell to my native land
The place of my birth lost to the heavy hand
I live on an island in the midst of man,
My world is coming to an end

In the dead of winter on the trail of tears
I travel to stony mountain, a dark path to nowhere
We may not make it to the new frontier
Well my soul has faded and will disappear

New Haven, March 2009

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Words and Music by Steve Mednick ©2011 Steven G. Mednick/Prospect Hill Words and Music. ASCAP

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Steve Mednick...has a beautiful, velvety voice and poetic songs are invariably superior quality. Steve Mednick's a songwriter without really being noticed makes the most beautiful things. He started his musical career in 2006 and now has eight albums to his name.   "Immigrants and Other Americans" was co-produced by Eddie Seville on the album has joined on guitar, harp and percussion.

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