Back in the mountains, down the valleys or high on the hills,
the things I used to hear, they still give me the chills.
I'd be out au huntin' with, Cefus the dog,
Then the cry of a Banshee would come out of the fog.
It would scream across the ridges, fill up every holler.
Make, Cefus run to me so I would hold on to his collar.
I never saw a thing but it still bothers my brain.
I know,Cefus heard it, that's what keeps me sane.
Oh the scream of a panther. A coyote's call.
The howl of a wolf can make a grown man crawl.
There's no explanation, for no creature at all,
sounds like that Banshees half blooded death call.
I told my grandpa about what I'd heard.
He said, "I've heard it too and it sure ain't no bird.
But you better be careful, about spreadin' the word,
Cause people will call you, crazy because of what you heard.
Legend has it son, it's the spirit of a man.
Half Irish and Cherokee, rejected by his clan.
He screams in the night, sometimes even in the day,
So both of his kinfolks will always have to pay.
Oh the scream of a panther. A coyote's call.
The howl of a wolf can make a grown man crawl.
There's no explanation, for no creature at all,
sounds like that Banshees half blooded death call.
My Mom, she said son, that's an old bear tale.
And your Grandpa can, share them so well.
But I said, Mom, I heard it, before he ever said a word.
By the sound of it, my emotions were stirred.
Old Cefus is gone. Grandpa is gone too.
I go back to the mountains, to see what I can do.
To get to hear that sound, that makes me feel alive,
And remember the past. Into the legends I dive.
Oh the scream of a panther. A coyote's call.
The howl of a wolf can make a grown man crawl.
There's no explanation, for no creature at all,
sounds like that Banshees half blooded death call.
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