The wind and the rain and the hail were high, In the blackguard year of ’49. The crops had withered and kids had died The night we walked…
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The wind and the rain and the hail were high, In the blackguard year of ’49. The crops had withered and kids had died The night we walked…
From the Outer Banks to Roanoke, before the train ran throughBefore the White Man came then disappeared without a clueManitou caressed the land where the…