Jane Schoolcraft

Born in 1800, a Chippewa-Irish daughter
Of O'zhawguscodaywiquay and John Jane Johnston knew where she belonged
From her first day she heard, the sound of the rapid's water
She loved the music of its song and the way all nature sang along

John took her to Ireland to get the best schooling for her
Jane very quickly fell apart far from the home inside her heart
She was a writer, poems and stories flowed right through her
She poured the Indian love of the land into an English poet's hand

Jane, she is the sound the stars make rushing through the sky
Jane, down by St. Mary's river you can hear her fly
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Jane lost her son when he was two, her husband always traveling
The doctor gave her laudanum and so addicted her to opium
There in Sault Ste. Marie, she was a Chippewa-Irish queen
But when she went to Washington she was a half-breed in a gown

Jane, she is the sound the stars make rushing through the sky
Jane, down by St. Mary's river you can hear her fly
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Jane lived inside a frame of beauty and pain and painted it blue
Jane cried rivers of rain 'till the rocks were all stained
And the words all rang true

Held together by contradictions, lost in the dark of the light of day
She married a man who loved her so, even as he studied and robbed her soul
Jane lived among and far removed, she was at home and gone away
When she breathed words upon the page she was the spirit of her age

Jane, she is the sound the stars make rushing through the sky
Jane, down by St. Mary's river you can hear her fly
Jane, she is the sound the stars make rushing through the sky
Jane, down by St. Mary's river you can hear her fly
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