This song was inspired by the book "Fur, Fortune, and Empire" by Eric Jay Dolin. The chorus and several passages in the verses are quotes of primary materials.
lyrics
Last Green River Rendezvous
The fur trade is dead in the Rockies.
We are done with this life in the hills.
We are young yet but shall not return to the States.
Let’s go down to the Willamette and farm.
Kit Carson was born in Kentucky,
But he started his living in Taos.
Til the mountainous spires drew him farther up north
To the Green River Rendezvous.
All he wanted to do was live gloriously,
Have as much pleasure as the country could give.
When the voyage is made and the boys have been paid,
They think not of the dangers they’ve passed.
John Jacob would capture the western trade,
With lines of credit he strung from New York,
And caravans of whiskey and goods to sell
At prices that left them all broke.
But gathered they round at the Rendezvous
Were Flathead, and French, and the Americ-ay too,
And the greatest scoundrels the world ever knew
The American Fur Company.
It ain’t no secret where the fur trade went.
When you slaughter a continent wide,
And butchering profits to line the pockets,
For this all the animals died.
But Hudson Bay Co. they knew how to manage
The beaver up Canad-ee way
Only south of the 49th they went on a rampage
To keep the Americans away.
Pierre-Jean De Smet was a Jesuit
Who performed the last rites at the faire.
Surrounded by boughs and garlands of flowers
We sung hymns in tongues I swear.
credits
from Where the Lone Pine Stands,
released November 5, 2015
lyrics & tune: d. schramm
guitar & vocals: r. wittke
banjo & backup vocals: r. wittke
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023