The Mohawk Capt. Gill of Lake Pleasant (song)

Song: The Mohawk Capt. Gill of Lake Pleasant
Music & Lyrics: AI

[Verse1]
Deep within the Adirondack peaks, where water meets the sky,
A Mohawk guide named Gill once lived, beneath the eagle’s eye.
The settlers came with anxious hearts, to find a place to stay,
And Captain Gill, with silent step, would show the forest ways.
He knew the paths that crossed the woods, the bends of every stream,
He knew the stories of his tribe, like chapters of a dream.
By firelight, the tales he'd weave, of spirits in the deep,
Of a fearsome, flying, haunted head that ancient sorrows keep.
[Chorus]
So raise a glass to Captain Gill, a figure of the past,
Whose spirit walks the misty shores, as long as mountains last.
For in the hush of Lake Pleasant, and on the quiet shore,
You can almost hear a tale he told, and yearn to hear some more.
[Verse2]
They called him Captain, not of ships that sailed the foamy brine,
But from his skill, his quiet strength, a wisdom so divine.
He lived within his birchbark home, with Molly by his side,
A keeper of the wildwood lore, with nothing left to hide.
The great lake whispered legends back, of dangers and of grace,
And Gill was there to guide the fear, to find a gentler place.
He showed the newcomers where hunt, to fish the waters clear,
To listen to the mountain's breath, and shed their pioneer fear.
[Chorus]
So raise a glass to Captain Gill, a figure of the past,
Whose spirit walks the misty shores, as long as mountains last.
For in the hush of Lake Pleasant, and on the quiet shore,
You can almost hear a tale he told, and yearn to hear some more.
So raise a glass to Captain Gill, a figure of the past,
Whose spirit walks the misty shores, as long as mountains last.
For in the hush of Lake Pleasant, and on the quiet shore,
You can almost hear a tale he told, and yearn to hear some more.