@lorac208 You'd be wrong.... Some wear the color of the sky in the winter(southern grey)
Some, we're as blue as the night (Union Blue)
@lorac208 You'd be wrong.... Some wear the color of the sky in the winter(southern grey)
Some, we're as blue as the night (Union Blue)
The song is told from the the trees prespective...Not natives...
Those that have fallen are the soliders that the little white trees that don't bend in the breeze, for those that will never return ...a National cemetary...or battlefield cemetary..
My roots are deeper than the bones of the others.......it is a tree...
The song is told from the the trees prespective...Not natives...
Those that have fallen are the soliders that the little white trees that don't bend in the breeze, for those that will never return ...a National cemetary...or battlefield cemetary..
My roots are deeper than the bones of the others.......it is a tree...
To 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.
@lorac208 You'd be wrong.... Some wear the color of the sky in the winter(southern grey) Some, we're as blue as the night (Union Blue)
@lorac208 You'd be wrong.... Some wear the color of the sky in the winter(southern grey) Some, we're as blue as the night (Union Blue)
The song is told from the the trees prespective...Not natives... Those that have fallen are the soliders that the little white trees that don't bend in the breeze, for those that will never return ...a National cemetary...or battlefield cemetary.. My roots are deeper than the bones of the others.......it is a tree...
The song is told from the the trees prespective...Not natives... Those that have fallen are the soliders that the little white trees that don't bend in the breeze, for those that will never return ...a National cemetary...or battlefield cemetary.. My roots are deeper than the bones of the others.......it is a tree...
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