Susan Cowsill Avenue of the Indians I can still hear the sounds of hammers Echoing through the woods As I stand in someone’s driveway Where our trees and tree forts stood I can taste the yellow flowers Bittersweet upon my tongue On the Avenue of the Indians One for all and all for one On the shores of childhood mystery We signed our names in blood We pledged our voices to the wind Our loyalty to the sun And the days ran on forever ‘Til we heard her whistle blow On the Avenue of the Indians Buried deep inside our souls Ready or not here I come Olly all in free come on everyone Come to the water One for all, one by one When will they call you No one knows….ain’t this fun Every curtain’s coming to a close Every story has its end I will never say goodbye to you Just a fare thee well my friend I won’t worry how to find you ‘Cause I know just where you’ll be On the Avenue of the Indians Where we’ll set our spirits free Mason Dixon Line, anyone I can hear him coming everybody run Oh everybody run