We've heard about the Pilgrims
who came across the sea,
And the Pioneers and the traders
and the men of victory.
But the man I want to mention
(Though the words I use are rough.)
Is a man who helped to settle,
the little town of Bluff.
His years were not so many,
when he first received his call,
To go into the great Southwest
where he must give his all.,
To pioneer this country,
and help the Indians too
And there were just a core of things
he had to help to do.
I guess he didn't falter when there were no roads at all,
And they left their homes of comfort sometime in the fall
To make a home out in the rocks where thieves and bandits stayed
And some lawless wandering renegades just never had obeyed.,
He helped establish Bluff,
And the way in which he did it,
Just can't be praised enough.
The Navajos learned to love him
For he was good and kind,
And in his home, the stranger,
Was sure a friend to find.
Down through the years he's traveled, he's been a real success
He's helped to steady others with his life of usefulness.
He's had his trials and troubles, and ordeals hard to bear,
But they come to all us mortals in this world of toil and care.
Well, now he's over eighty, and his step is rather slow,
But he's taught just dozens of us the best way we can go.
I hope when life is over and I have met my doom,
That I can just be somewhere near to dear old Uncle Kum!
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