*these are the people of the longhouse These are the people that you tried to break These are the people of the pines Who follow the code of handsome lake
He drank your poison, swallowed your fire And lay with fever four long years He received a vision so inspired Three messengers with painted faces appeared On the allegheny river at a place called burnt house The code was shared for the very first time By a seneca chief, they call handsome lake With a wounded heart and a sober mind
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**we are the people of the longhouse We are the people that you couldn't break We are the people of the sacred pipe Who follow the code of handsome lake
When the dark moon had come to live in your soul Get in touch with your creator, you are not alone These are the words That he had spoken two hundred years ago And today they still ring true Like they're carved in stone When native life was hurled into the pit By way of the canon, rum, and greed Oh a great fire was burned, to let the smoke rise And show the six nations the code was still alive
Way down deep in the bush We oh hi ne oh he oh we oh we we (section repeats 4 times)
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