Massasoit at dawn on the bay
A white sail approaches he smokes and he prays
Summons the elders they've seen this before
They'll row in to raid us but they won't stay for war.
On the Mayflower they're signing a pact.
Exiled from England there's no going back.
Joined hands in worship, then rowed to the shore
With their women and children. They weren't come for war.
The Wampanoag, they lived on the coast.
The pink kiss of morning she greeted them first
Poisonous curse from the pink kiss of strangers
Killed four of each five fore the Mayflower anchored
Lost a village to plague and despair
Invisible ghosts, which swam through the air
With water and timber sunlight and sod
So the pilgrims gave thanks to their discriminate god
Called it Plymouth then planted their grains
Awaited the horror when no harvest came.
Half of them perished that first hungry winter
A yard full of bones with a church in the center
A child from that village a lifetime before
Was kidnapped by pirates and stolen to Europe
Came home a man to find his home fires extinguished
He knew about Christians and could translate in English
Tisquantum heard peace he spoke in Algonquin
They planted some corn and they vowed not to conquer
Later that summer sixteen twenty-one
They ate for three days after harvesting corn