Swan Lee got up at the Running Foot pow-wow
Headed from the fire to his waiting canoe
Chattering Squaw untied the wigwam door
The chief blew smoke rings two by two!

The land in silence stands...

Swan Lee, his boat by the bank in the darkness
Loosened the rope in the creek is entwined
A feather from the wing of a wild young eagle
Pointed to the land where his fortune he'd find

The land in silence stands

Swan Lee paddled on from the land of his fathers
His eyes scanned the undergrowth on either side
From the shore hung a hot, heavy, creature infested
Tropic, Swan Lee had a bow by his side

The land in silence stands

Swan Lee kept time, half on land, half on water
Grizzly bear and raccoon his fare
He followed his ears to the great waterfall
For Swan Lee knew deep down that his squaw was there!
The land in silence stands....

Suddenly the rush of the mighty great thunder
Confronted Swan Lee as his song he sang
In the dawn, with his squaw, he was paddling homewards
It was all written down by Long Silas Lang

The land in silence stands...
The land in silence stands...
The land in silence stands