If I had been a Pilgrim child Among the fields and forests wild Where deer and turkey used to roam, A cabin would have been my home With fireplace and earthen floor And bearskins hanging at the door.
I would have gathered berries bright For candles fragrantly alight, And dug for clams and picked the corn And laid the table smooth and worn. Or hunted nuts hard-shelled and good And helped in any way I could, With time to laugh and play and run When Indian children came for fun.
And on the first Thanksgiving Day I would have met with friends to pray And thank the Lord for all his care In keeping us together there.
