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There's a New World
An anchor falls into the Hudson,
There's one half a moon
The Indians fall to their knees.
Red oak leaves are burning
High fly the ashes
Grey smoke signals of warning
Over Manhattan.
Gray smoke,
The drums were sounding loud.
Gray smoke signals of warning
Lost into the clouds...

Can you hear the Indians sing?

(CHORUS)
Brother Bear were you there
When those ships sailed into Manhattan?
Hey Brother were you there
When the White Men came?
Did you see it happen?
Hey you, look over there!
Now over the River
At the skyline of Manhattan
Were you, were you there
When the terror came?
Did you see it happen?


There's a New World
where shadows fall into the Hudson.
There's footprints on the moon
The people fall to their knees.
Red oak leaves are burning
Farewell Autumn ashes
Grey smoke in the morning
Covering Manhattan.
Grey smoke,
The sirens sounding loud.
Gray smoke signals of warning
Lost into the clouds.

Gray smoke
Nine, Eleven, Sixteen O Nine
Gray smoke signals of warning
Now Lost in Another time.

Can you hear the Indians sing?

(CHORUS)




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Lyrics by Marco BING, written for the song 'Gray Smoke'

Note from the author:
11 September, 1609. Aboard the Dutch Ship 'Half Moon'
Henry Hudson discovers Manhattan Island.
I imagine the local Indians at that time (The Lenape people)
watched in awe and amazement as the giant sails 
made their way up the Hudson river from the Atlantic;
perhaps lighting fires as warning signals to other tribes in the area.
Their lives would change forever from this day.
Then, 392 years later in the year 2001, the inhabitants of the area
once again watch on in disbelief as a different kind of ship appears over Manhattan...
Their lives would also be changed forever.

Peace to all
Marco
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