STICK INDIANS
By: Jim Boyd

Fear the legend of the night
Long Black hair with smell of fright
Guards the council of all truth
Old Growth elders and their youth

Throughout the world's destructive wrath
Stick Indians will guard the path
They’re the keepers of the light
So they’ll wander through the night

Chorus:
Stick Indians are here to stay
So you’d better watch your way
When you cause the mother’s wail
Stick Indians are on your trail

Along the river banks beware
People have disappeared down there
Never to return again
That’s where the legend first began

If wisdom of the elder dies
Then no one on this earth survives
If people let destruction win
Stick Indians revenge all sin.

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