Johnny Cash - The Flint Arrowhead lyrics
[Johnny Cash - The Flint Arrowhead lyrics]
While traveling this land from border to
Border and from sea to sea
There have a few occasions to leave the
Beaten path and to find the place
And quiet that's good for thought and
Just walking through a trackless forest
Or exploring ruins of the earliest settlers
Or walking along a creek bed
Hoping to find a relic such
As a tomahawk an axe
Or even an arrowhead left by a
Race of long since vanished Indians
There's a great thrill and it's a wonderful
Feeling to find a flint arrowhead
Over fields of new turned sod and in
Communion with my God I walked alone
In a furrow bed I found
An arrowhead chiseled from stone
I don't know how long ago some redman
Drew his bow on it's last fight
Or did he drop it here afraid white
Men were near to attack at night
I do know this one thing beyond all
Questioning it was made to kill
And proof of a master trade is in
This arrowhead he made fashioned with skill
That I inherited this ground
Is denied by this
Stone I've found but when and by who
Come join me in my tracks then let's stop
And look back to the vale and through
In love and peace we'll see the shadows
And the trees and voices too
But quietly slowly tread this home of the
Forgotten dead whose bones are dust
I'm proud that their craftsmen's
Skill survives the
Ages still left in my trust
Border and from sea to sea
There have a few occasions to leave the
Beaten path and to find the place
And quiet that's good for thought and
Just walking through a trackless forest
Or exploring ruins of the earliest settlers
Or walking along a creek bed
Hoping to find a relic such
As a tomahawk an axe
Or even an arrowhead left by a
Race of long since vanished Indians
There's a great thrill and it's a wonderful
Feeling to find a flint arrowhead
Over fields of new turned sod and in
Communion with my God I walked alone
In a furrow bed I found
An arrowhead chiseled from stone
I don't know how long ago some redman
Drew his bow on it's last fight
Or did he drop it here afraid white
Men were near to attack at night
I do know this one thing beyond all
Questioning it was made to kill
And proof of a master trade is in
This arrowhead he made fashioned with skill
That I inherited this ground
Is denied by this
Stone I've found but when and by who
Come join me in my tracks then let's stop
And look back to the vale and through
In love and peace we'll see the shadows
And the trees and voices too
But quietly slowly tread this home of the
Forgotten dead whose bones are dust
I'm proud that their craftsmen's
Skill survives the
Ages still left in my trust