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