Words and Music by: CHRIS FRYE, MARC ATKINSON (SOCAN)
Walkin’ this trail of tales I’ve been walkin’ this trail of tales Walking this trail of tales From mountains to every coast Tracin’ the arc of my people From the highest down to the lowest
Please don’t leave our story here Grace and allegory is clear
I’ve got red in my inside pocket People see me and they turn to flee I may live beyond your mirrored world But don’t you deify me
Walkin’ this trail of tales I’ve been walkin’ this trail of tales Walkin’ this trail of tales From mountains to every coast Tracin’ the arc of my people From the highest down to the lowest
(please don’t leave…) Walkin’ this trail of tales From Illinois to the Antrim roar Following the Loyalist exodus To the Georgia Basin shores
Red in my reels and rhymes now People hear me and they turn to weep I may live beyond your buried wall But don’t you deify me