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The Jamestown Settlement just celebrated 400 years here in Virginia. This is a song I wrote from the viewpoint of a young man in Jamestown, writing a letter home to his wife and young son.
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Did the North star betray us all
Sextant tipped by the devil’s hand
Four months of the boatswain’s call
Sure don’t look like the promised land
Susan Constant was a fickle bride
Just o’er a hundred feet from headsail to stern
Not much of a carpenter, but God knows I tried
To keep her shipshape for England’s return
My father delivered the message
The New World beckons, will you answer the call?
What I thought was a rite of passage
Turned out to be nothing right at all
Dark strangers in the backwoods
Faces painted with suspicion
Offered us venison, but I don’t think they would
If they only knew our mission
I was sentry that December morn
Musket raised as the chief drew near
Powhaten’s men with arms full of corn
Another day on the first frontier
My wife delivered our first born son
But the New World beckoned, and I answered the call
Time in my life I just wanted to run
In Jamestown, learning to crawl
Captain packing up the fort today
My heart just leaping right through my chest
Only to fail me when we heard him say
“Men, we’re heading West.”
“Men, we’re heading West.”
So a letter to my son, Thomas
The New World beckoned, and I answered the call
What I thought was a land of promise
Turns out, there’s no promises at all.
There’s just no promises at all.
Sextant tipped by the devil’s hand
Four months of the boatswain’s call
Sure don’t look like the promised land
Susan Constant was a fickle bride
Just o’er a hundred feet from headsail to stern
Not much of a carpenter, but God knows I tried
To keep her shipshape for England’s return
My father delivered the message
The New World beckons, will you answer the call?
What I thought was a rite of passage
Turned out to be nothing right at all
Dark strangers in the backwoods
Faces painted with suspicion
Offered us venison, but I don’t think they would
If they only knew our mission
I was sentry that December morn
Musket raised as the chief drew near
Powhaten’s men with arms full of corn
Another day on the first frontier
My wife delivered our first born son
But the New World beckoned, and I answered the call
Time in my life I just wanted to run
In Jamestown, learning to crawl
Captain packing up the fort today
My heart just leaping right through my chest
Only to fail me when we heard him say
“Men, we’re heading West.”
“Men, we’re heading West.”
So a letter to my son, Thomas
The New World beckoned, and I answered the call
What I thought was a land of promise
Turns out, there’s no promises at all.
There’s just no promises at all.
Feter
Awesome ..just Awesome ..I m realy
enjoying the singing and the lyrics
welldone my friend !!