Journey of the Lost Crew

(hmmmmm) We cut down pines on the Florida shore

To build rafts for a desperate crew

With horsehair ropes and shirts we wore

We sailed into the ocean blue Oh

Galveston sands, the cold winter wind Where the waves broke our hulls

and our pride

Two hundred went out where the currents begin

But only 15 survived (survived...)

We met the Karankawa on the beach We traded in roots and

we learned to heal But the years grew cold,

out of freedom's reach As slaves to the soil we had to

kneel

We fled in the dark under canopy skies

Four survivors on a desert track

With faith in our hearts and the sun in our eyes We

walked to the west,

never looking back

To Mexico City we carried our names

Thousands of miles on a dusty road

No longer the men who were bound by the chains But keepers

of stories the desert bestowed

Across the wild lands Cabeza de Vaca walked free

Returning to Spanish lands as a refugee (refugee...)