Thomas Kane

Thomas Kane, Thomas Kane

Why don't we all know your name?

You stemmed the tide of blood

Across the plains.

You'd think that we should know you

From the gratitude we owe you

But you faded from our memory, Thomas Kane.

The danger started boiling up

In eighteen fifty-seven.

Buchanan sent an army on patrol.

He said Brigham Young is trouble

Better get there on the double,

And pressure Utah Territory

Back into the fold.

When the Mormon's learned about

The army marching toward them

Destruction seemed to stare them in the eyes.

They thought they faced annihilation

from a Mormon-hating nation.

Their militia vowed to fight

'Til the last one dies.

Thomas Kane, Thomas Kane

Why don't we all know your name?

You stemmed the tide of blood

Across the plains.

You'd think that we should know you

From the gratitude we owe you

But you faded from our memory, Thomas Kane.

You were a man of honor, known

For gentle-hearted wisdom.

You shuttled back and forth between the two.

You walked through walls of anger

Past the raging face of danger

And forged an everlasting peace

No one else could do.

Thomas Kane, Thomas Kane

Why don't we all know your name?

You stemmed the tide of blood

Across the plains.

You'd think that we should know you

From the gratitude we owe you

But you faded from our memory, Thomas Kane.

Bluegrass / Western Lyric by Dennis Goodwin - copyright 2007 e-mail: ezywriter47@hotmail.com