Roanoke - Saintseneca

Son you know my name

You know my wonder, but still you run

When the winter came

Son you know my name

You know my wonder, but still you run

When the winter came

The trouble came, and now you’re gone

I found the remnants

Croatoan carved in a tree

Roanoke is gone, no bones left to bury

Wait for it

Wait until it comes

If we stay here, we die here

So let’s pick up and run