Post by lanaia74 on Oct 15, 2007 5:01:17 GMT -5
A lowly Indian brave does his demeaning everyday chores, he was destined to do because of his birth right
A processions makes its way by the brave, it is the procession of the Indian princess
The brave watches the beautiful princess as she passes by, him keeping her always within his sight
He hope no one notices the love for the princess, if any one saw, it would cause a scandalous mess.
He can't help but watch this beautiful creature, that reminds him so of Giselle
But as the princess passes, she too looks at him in a way that she shouldn't
The two are very much in love, the two usually meet each day in the meadow, in the dale
Two souls from the same world, but society has made so they can't show their love, they just couldn't.
If they did, everything they were taught from childhood, well they would disgrace
But still the fire of passion and love for each other burns deep within their souls
If only fate hadn't thrown them together, if only the princess her status she could race
But meeting in secret, their love for each other, on their lives, this has been a very big toll.
One day the princess goes to the meadow, as she waits on her young brave
Depression and anxiety, get the best of the beautiful Indian princess
She spies a big rock, right on the edge of a cliff, she prays to the Gods, then she jumps, things just became too dire and greave
The brave finally arrives, searching for her everywhere, he looks over the ledge seeing his love with death has shared a kiss.
The brave beseeches the Gods, wanting to know why they allowed this to occur
He tells the Gods he has made up his mind to join the one he loves so
But before he jumps, the winds from the canyon start blowing upward, this is a strange thing to occur
Then right before his eyes, his princess, the winds have given her back to him, he thanks the Gods as the winds continue to blow.
This is a true story right from the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina
And until this very day the winds still blow upward, always so dependable, just like a grandfather clock
It is really an extraordinary thing the upward winds, in a way caused the Indian princess to fly
The mystery and magic for many many years has always surrounded the Blowing Rock.
A processions makes its way by the brave, it is the procession of the Indian princess
The brave watches the beautiful princess as she passes by, him keeping her always within his sight
He hope no one notices the love for the princess, if any one saw, it would cause a scandalous mess.
He can't help but watch this beautiful creature, that reminds him so of Giselle
But as the princess passes, she too looks at him in a way that she shouldn't
The two are very much in love, the two usually meet each day in the meadow, in the dale
Two souls from the same world, but society has made so they can't show their love, they just couldn't.
If they did, everything they were taught from childhood, well they would disgrace
But still the fire of passion and love for each other burns deep within their souls
If only fate hadn't thrown them together, if only the princess her status she could race
But meeting in secret, their love for each other, on their lives, this has been a very big toll.
One day the princess goes to the meadow, as she waits on her young brave
Depression and anxiety, get the best of the beautiful Indian princess
She spies a big rock, right on the edge of a cliff, she prays to the Gods, then she jumps, things just became too dire and greave
The brave finally arrives, searching for her everywhere, he looks over the ledge seeing his love with death has shared a kiss.
The brave beseeches the Gods, wanting to know why they allowed this to occur
He tells the Gods he has made up his mind to join the one he loves so
But before he jumps, the winds from the canyon start blowing upward, this is a strange thing to occur
Then right before his eyes, his princess, the winds have given her back to him, he thanks the Gods as the winds continue to blow.
This is a true story right from the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina
And until this very day the winds still blow upward, always so dependable, just like a grandfather clock
It is really an extraordinary thing the upward winds, in a way caused the Indian princess to fly
The mystery and magic for many many years has always surrounded the Blowing Rock.
