AMERICA…PASS IT ON
©2003 Rob Quist and Jack W. Gladstone
It’s the dawning of a new day here in America;
A nation born of many peoples dreams.
We’re the stewards of the stories of those who came before;
The keepers of the mountains and the streams.
Captains Clark and Lewis and the Corps of Volunteers;
Their bones are buried in this sacred ground.
We pay homage to their western odyssey;
To the rivers and the trails that they found.
Pass It On, Pass It On,
Honor the spirit of this land they walked upon,
Hear the wild land’s healing song,
heed the gift that we’ve been given.
Pass It On.
The U.S. owes a mighty debt of gratitude;
One that we can never quite repay.
But for all the native peoples who gave of themselves;
So many would be lost along the way.
Our voices join together now in freedom’s song;
There’s counterpoint and harmony to know.
We are writing out the chorus of our nations song;
Learning from each other as we go.
Pass It On, Pass It On.
Honor the spirit of this land we walk upon,
(they walk upon)
Here the wild land’s healing song,
heed the gift that we’ve been given,
Pass It On...
Pick it up, Pack it out, Pass It On.
Pick it up, Pack it out, Pass It On,
use this little ditty for your working song.
Children will be proud of us when we’re gone,
America…Pass It On.
Pick it up, pack it out, Pass It On;
keep on keeping on and carrying on.
We’ve all inherited a common bond;
America… Pass It On.
Pick it up, pack it out, Pass It On;
Mother Nature’s own liaison,
Let the rainbow run, let the salmon spawn;
America… Pass It On.
Pick it up, pack it out, Pass It On;
use this little ditty for your working song
Children will be proud of us when we’re gone;
America… Pass It On.
Hear the wild land’s healing song;
heed the gift that we’ve been given...
SACAGAWEA
©2003 Rob Quist and Jack W. Gladstone
You came downstream a captive, you’re a pretty young Shoshone
You carry the child of Charbonneau
But it’s the journey of a lifetime into the great unknown
You’re the only one who knows the way to go
So glad to meet ya’, Sacagawea
There’s a woman’s way of knowing in your eyes
Where would we be without Sacagawea
Bird Woman, fly free Sacagawea
Thirty-one men, a babe and a mother, moving up the Mighty Mo
You gain their admiration overnight
You’re a sign of peace to everyone who sees this traveling show
'Cause Nobody brings a woman looking for a fight
So glad they see ya’, Sacagawea
The morning sunlight shining in your eyes
Where would we be without Sacagawea
Bird Woman, fly free Sacagawea
See the Beaverhead of stone, landmark of a long lost home
A flood of memories sweeping you away
You cannot hide your disbelief, your brother now Shoshone chief
In his embrace you hear him say, I’m ...
So glad to see ya’ Sacagawea
Tears of joy shining in your eyes
Where would we be without Sacagawea
Bird Woman, fly free Sacagawea
Where would we be without Sacagawea
Bird Woman, fly free Sacagawea
Where would we be without Sacagawea
Bird Woman, fly free Sacagawea
SOMEBODY’S DREAM
©2003 Rob Quist and Jack W. Gladstone
It was Somebody’s Dream to go out west,
A vision begun, a lifelong quest.
For as long as our freedom reigns supreme,
every story is Somebody’s Dream.
To face tomorrow,
we must first address the dawn
That our ancestors’ embraced
before innocence was gone.
Underneath the starlight,
take your place at the council fire.
Storytellers live to inspire.
It was Somebody’s Dream to go out west,
A vision begun a lifelong quest.
For as long as our freedom reigns supreme,
every story is Somebody’s Dream.
Where the wagon roads to Oregon
cross the Old North Trail
Where a thousand generations became one.
We are each of us one story
in this dream America
With the morning star, “We Proceeded On”.
It was Jefferson’s dream to go out West,
A vision begun a lifelong quest.
For as long as our freedom reigns supreme,
Every story is Somebody’s...
Somebody’s Dream to go out West,
A vision begun a lifelong quest.
For as long as our Freedom reigns supreme,
Every story is Somebody’s Dream.
Every story is Somebody’s Dream.
