Brent Funkhouser - Whisper in the Wind

Blue River should've been the first omen
Just how hard it would be to survive
Wagon train bound for Sutter's Fort, California
Lost in the mountains with the devil in our eyes
Whisper in the wind is singing songs of our new home

Party breaking up meant difficult decisions
Young and strong would carry on ahead
The rest of us would await their return
Shivering in the snow with the piling up dead
Whisper in the wind is singing they will not return
Not soon

I won't condone the things we did
We might've saved our bodies but damned our souls
But weighing merits of a proper burial
While children are starving isn't right at all
Whisper in the wind is singing what have we become?

And surely
The dead will live on through us

Blue River should've been the first omen
Just how lucky we would be to survive
Stranded deep in the Sierra Nevadas
Low on supplies with the devil in our eyes
Whisper in the wind is singing this is not your home

Written by:
Brent Funkhouser

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