By the foot of the mountain
My forebears recount
Stood a hovel forlorn down by the bay
And at the edge of the sky
There's a fire as they fly
By the misty and magic break of day
Home bound
To old ground
They return from the east
In rain and thunder
Unconcerned to the north
With trade and plunder
And so many fell
We built mounds where they dwell
For the empire of the north
Far back east and down south
Whisperings, word of mouth
They found riches untold from far and wide
And on the isle in the lake
They left wealth in their wake
And a great sense of welldeserved pride
Home bound
To old ground
They return from the east in
Rain and thunder
Unconcerned to the north
With trade and plunder
And so many fell
We built mounds where they dwell
For the empire of the north
Home bound
To old ground
They return from the east
In rain and thunder
Unconcerned to the north
With trade and plunder
Without grief or guilt
For descendants they built
Us and empire of the north
They return from the east
In rain and thunder
Unconcerned to the north
With trade and plunder
And so many fell
We built mounds where they dwell
For the empire of the north