We are beating the drums
and singing the songs
having a great feast for the dead
for our children are gone
and none remain.
Come back my nephew we miss you
Come back my daughter we miss you
Come back my son we miss you
Come back our lost ones we miss you
Come back we are lonely
Where have you gone
Come back we are lonely
Where have you gone
Come back we are weeping
Where have you gone
Come back we are asking
Where have you gone
Come back my brother
Come back my sister
Come back my father
Come back my mother
We will sing a song for you
We will follow the river to the sea
And add our tears to the waves
The tide will rise
The tide will fall
The night will come
The night will go
You will not come
You are gone.
Where did you go?
We are singing our sorrow
We are singing our grief
We are singing our farewell
and our puzzlement
Why did you go?
From:
Daughters of Copper Woman
