Butchers Creek I've seen you flow
red dirt green grass undertow
crossed your waters and I've seen you weep
washed your forehead cleaned your cheek
old car snaking up the gravel track
the old worlds taking the new world back
Log cabin on the cutting line between
takes it back faster than we want it to believe
White shirt doctor up on the grass
cane knife swinging till the day turned dark
kerosene lamp burning all night long
old man humming his old world song
was it enough to swap and trade
the rifle butt the edge of a blade
I wonder do they remember why
they lured you there and made you die
Butchers creek I heard you cry
One time when I was nearly 5
the little bridge we crossed was always red
cause the ground around it always bled
Mingara would call to us
but I never knew about the people crushed
Butchers Creek I've seen you weep
for all the crimes you could not keep
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