In the
evening light I still hear his flute
His songs he played for me as a child
Uncle Raleigh , my mentor and kin to boot
He always believed in me , never thought of
me as wild
The scent of pine and coal soot still brings
me a smile
Hard working man of the railroad , traveled
many a mile
Uncle Raleigh never let me forget my
Cherokee root
I can still hear his voice saying 'never
forget'
Sometimes in the night I hear that lonesome
train whistle
And I remember back through childhood
,wildflowers and thistle,
To a wickiup of mud and sticks, and happy
hours
Where Uncle Raleigh told me stories about
that family of ours
He taught me how to listen to the bird song
and hear the singing of the brook
Taught me to see with my heart and hear the
stories in the wind
These he taught me without even opening a
book
What priceless gifts he gave to me way back
then
And when his sun set and he went home..
With him ..a part of me he took
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