Music and Lyrics by Bruce A. Barrett, Vocals by Bruce A. Barrett and Carol Topitzer. Piano by Jay Rowe, Guitar by Andy Abel
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?