Lyrics Roanoke - Saintseneca

Roanoke

Son you know my name
You know my wonder, but still you run
When the winter came
Son you know my name
You know my wonder, but still you run
When the winter came
The trouble came, and now you’re gone
I found the remnants
Croatoan carved in a tree
Roanoke is gone, no bones left to bury
Wait for it
Wait until it comes
If we stay here, we die here
So let’s pick up and run