"Sticks That Made Thunder" as written by Christopher Stapleton and Mike Henderson....
My roots are deeper than the bones, the others
My colors that change with the sun
My branches, we're higher
Than anything on the hillside
On the day that I watched them all come

Some wear the color of the sky in the winter
Some, we're as blue as the night
They came like a storm with the light of the morn
And they fell through the whole day and night

Colors flew high and they danced in the sky
As I watched them come over the hill
Then to my wonder, sticks that made thunder
Such a great number lay still

When the light came again
There was death on the wind
As the buzzards made way for the worms
And the little white trees that don't bend in the breeze
For the ones that will never return

Colors flew high and they danced in the sky
As I watched them come over the hill
Then to my wonder, sticks that made thunder
Such a great number lay still

Those that have fallen, come when I call them
And answer the best that they can
But all they can see is what they used to be
And that's all that they understand

Colors flew high and they danced in the sky
As I watched them come over the hill
Then to my wonder, sticks that made thunder
Such a great number lay still

Colors flew high and they danced in the sky
As I watched them come over the hill
Then to my wonder, sticks that made thunder
Such a great number lay still


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"Sticks That Made Thunder" as written by Mike Henderson Christopher Stapleton

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    My OpinionVery succinctly, I its about war.
    scottwilliamson November 10, 2013   Link
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    My InterpretationTo me, this song is about the slaughter of Native Americans.

    Sticks that made thunder- they were unfamiliar with guns.

    Those that have fallen come when I call them- this is about ancestors.

    My roots are deeper than the bones the others, my colors they change with the sun.- the speaker is native american.

    This could be through my lens, as I am about a quarter or so. Just sayin' this is what I thought when I first heard this song. Beautiful.
    lorac208on April 14, 2017   Link

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