In the fire of Shiloh Valley
There were two thing that refused to burn
One was Joseph's TV set
And the other was Joseph's son
The ashes rose and danced with the wind
Into the creek where Joseph used to swim
No one know how that fire started
But we know where to visit him
Aunt Majie was of Sioux descendants
And like Joe, she had long black hair
She took the boy back to Tucson, Arizona
Where she lived on a reservation there
The boy grew up as young men do
Fell in love and into a little trouble too
On the eve of his 19th birthday
He said "I've got a pilgrimage to do"
I've got a pilgrimage to do"
I've got a pilgrimage to do"
With Majie's blessings and a hand drawn map
He hitchhiked his way back east
After the kindness of strangers and 3 cars later
He was waist deep in Joseph's Creek
"Hello Joseph this is Joseph Jr.
The son that you briefly knew
The elders say if I speak here you'll hear me
So, I'll just pretend that you do."
"On the night that that fire started
I remember you commin' home
You fell asleep holding a picture of my mother
I lit a candle so you wouldn't be alone"
I lit a candle so you wouldn't be alone"
"I lit candle now I'm alone"
In the fire of Shiloh Valley
There were two thing that refused to burn
One was Joseph's TV set
And the other was Joseph's son