What the Shadows See 2018 Robert George
The Stars and Stripes were soaring in the wind,
Night came slowly marching in
And the tourists were all leaving for the day
As my fingers touched that sacred plaque,
Something whispered low behind my back
And I felt a presence when I turned away
Like theres something secret in this countrys air
And only shadows know its there
Fifes and drums and whistles riding morning zephyrs
Midnight cowboys watching over moonlit heifers
And when the mighty Oklahoma finlly capsized
Its as though its blessed souls were baptized
Thats the heritage of you and me
And its what the shadows see
I found my way back to the bus,
Then it pulled off in a cloud of dust
And that dust was made of faith and victory
But no liberty is free from greed,
Sometimes sin will water righteous seed
And the fruit of truth is often contradictory
Sometimes kingdoms stoop before they stand tall
And their shadows see it all
Herds of buffalo that thundered on the Great Plains
Hungry hobos playing mouth harp on Nebraska freight trains
Sunset on the war paint of the proud Apache
Freemen riding rafts across the Tallahatchie
Thats the heritage of you and me
And its what the shadows see
Ages of hidden wonder, ages of hidden mystery
Let no heart rend asunder, pages of unwritten history
Fifes and drums and whistles riding morning zephyrs
Midnight cowboys watching over moonlit heifers
Herds of buffalo that thundered on the Great Plains
Hungry hobos playing mouth harp on Nebraska freight trains
Thats the heritage of you and me
And its what the shadows see
Yes, its what the shadows see
What the shadows see
