Come dance with me my darling in the fields of Everglade with the crocs of the Seminole sing in we in the shade Winter is a calling from the valley deep spring she is looking for a spring to weep
Ropes of vines a dropping like the webs of old Hear the banshee calling for every lost soul Take the heart of loving and replace it with one of pure fools gold
Craft of the dark side finds its self a place in the dream Wealthy left in the satin and lace high on the hill leather is calling from Indian high on rocky mountain swill Hear the world calling saying its goodbye cry old Indian cry
Mounting of the water stink of the green Last of the love of land never seen here is where the last Indian screams trap man in the center of the begging dead
Pyre leased in flames of burning said She is the spirit of all that has been done We are the after glow of the earth and sun more in the water set to sea born dead
Come dance with my darling in the fields of Everglade with the crocs of the Seminole sing in the shade supper is a waiting on the hill last of truth will kill hearts in the water of life that lived to spell. Sweet mother earth will never tell
Yankee Doodle Daddy is a historical Appalachian Family Saga. The story follows a mother's reckoning as she struggles to survive and keep her four daughters alive.
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