Lyrics

Who Will Care?: Music & Lyrics, by Bruce A. Barrett (c) 2023 All Rights Reserved

Just beneath the highland bog
Where water presses through a clog of grass,
A meadow people called
The mighty Wepawaug

The river daughter rounds a jog where
Crickets sing to croaking frog
As muskets flash the pilgrims flog
The people of the Wepawaug

Who will care? Who will see?
Who will bare our legacy?

Native grass now soaked in blood
Ash to ash and flesh to mud
The Pilgrim kneels and thanks their God
For the mighty Wepawaug, then

On their lofty ships they sail
To Africa they load their pail
Of living flesh and gold to nail
Upon their souls, we hear them wailing

Who will care? Who will see?
Who will bare our legacy?

Yes, timeless through the morning fog
Messiah nailed upon a log
Prays the solemn epilogue
For the mighty Wepawaug

Yes, through the fog of war I see
A savior rise from Galilee
Praying for humanity
Calling you and calling me, Oh

Who will care? Who will see?
Who will bare our legacy?
Woa-ho,
Who will care? Who will see?
Who will bear our legacy?