Joel Glenn Wixson - The Balad of Enoch Brown Lyrics

He Ballad of Enough Brown

"Spare the children,"
Was the most that he could say
Enoch Brown was bound
To lose his life that day

July of '64
And war was in the land
Odawa Pontiac
Was taking his own stand

Is this the story of the weak?
What is the justice that they seek?

Lanape people
Were just fighting to be free
The British colonists
Refused to grant their plea

Four foolish warriors
With anger in their eyes
Struck down the children
And ignored their desperate cries

Is this the story of the weak?
What is the justice that they seek?

Night Walker scolded
Called them cowards to their face
He cut them down and said
They were the lowest of their race

But all the white man's anger
Sent a bounty cross the land
They'd pay a hundred thirty four
For children more than ten

Is this the story of the weak?
What is the justice that they seek?

It's been so many schools
Another one today?
We're going on three hundred years
Where things have been this way

Do we see the irony
Of targeting the young?
Or recognize the consequence
Of something we have done?

If he thinks he has a purpose
If he wants to put things right
When he thinks he's not worth anything
If he can't stand and fight

What drives a man to come to think
That this is how he can?
If we don't figure that one out
We'll see it all again

Is this the story of the weak?
What is the justice that they seek?

"Spare the children,"
Was the most that he could say
Enoch Brown was bound
To lose his life that day

But just how many teachers
Yes and kids will have to die
Before we ask the questions
That unmask all of the lies