Cynthia Ann Parker

Cynthia Ann Parker (Larry W. Jones 12/30/2011) (song #6506)On a wide brown prairie in early Texas daysJohn Parker came to settle on the landBut he knew not the cunning of Comanche waysNor what lay in store for Cynthia AnnWhen cabins and Fort Parker were finally builtThey felt the land was right for them to stayMenfolk did the hunting and women made their quiltsCynthia Ann was just a child at playOne day Comanches came, five hundred in their bandEighteen thirty six, in the month of MayWhen the massacre was done, not a man would standCynthia Ann, Comanches took awayCynthia Ann Parker lived the Indian lifeShe grew up learning all Comanche waysPeta Nocona took Cynthia Ann as wifeThree half-breed children filled up all her daysThe story isn’t over, there’s another turnTexas Rangers searched near by and far flungThe rescue of Cynthia Ann was their concernTheir deeds at Medicine Mound is still sungSon, Quanna Parker, a famous Indian chiefIs still remembered to this very dayBut Cynthia Ann died in Texas full of griefShe still missed her tribal Comanche waysOn a wide brown prairie in early Texas daysJohn Parker came to settle on the landBut he knew not the cunning of Comanche waysNor what lay in store for Cynthia Ann Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.