NATICK Words and Music, Rick Lee (c) 1984, Snowy Egret Music, BMI
recorded on THE OLD ROAD, Solomon's Seal, Front Hall Records, 1984
and NATICK, Rick Lee, Waterbug Records, WBG 0016, (CD and Cassette) 7/18/95
Natick was a language
Natick is a town
No one speaks the language
All of them are gone
They lived here by the hundreds
And grew upon the land
And welcomed some white strangers
And offerred us a hand
But only their shadows remain.
John Eliot, a preacher
Came to see the ones
Who sang and danced in worship
Of the the morning sun
He taught them trust and English
They taught him of the times
When only air and spirit
Abounded in these climes
But only their shadows remain.
A language was invented
To suit both families' needs
To preach a Christian gospel
And speak to whispering reeds
A language known as Natick
Was spoken here by tongues
Of natives and of settlers
A new world had begun
But only their shadows remain
A generation later or two
There came a war
Of englishmen and indians
And racism and more
Then spilled upon the people
Who had welcomed us before
And had trusted reverend Eliot
But now they are no more
Only their shadows remain
(repeat first verse
