Oh what a day, Thanksgiving, so happy and so free.
A time of joy and merry bliss, to feast through out the day.
Elation fills the Autumn mist, to share the joyous tide.
But in my heart I know the truth, my culture really died.
From time hence forth, from coast to coast and all through out the land.
Whispers from the Nanticoke and other Native bands.
Mark this time, Thanksgiving, the time we lost our land.