Melungeon people, what is
that name, where do they come from, what do they claim?
Where are their roots where did they start, are they real or of
Sneedville Tennessee they say, they’re most prolific there today.
Some ways still linger from the past, family values, Oh how they
The blood is strong I feel it still, it beckons from a distant hill.
A spirit freed from fathers gone on, it stirs my soul I know I’m
Did they come from Roanoke Isle, or people forced into exile?
They tamed the land but could not stay, forced out by others who
had their way.
Into the hills they took their own, to live with others there unknown.
The ground was hard the landscape rough, it made them strong, it
made them tough.
Suspicious they are of those they meet, their secrets well guarded,
there words most discreet.
Persecuted, scorned by those in the past, our history bears witness
with records that last.
Their tracks no longer covered they want their story told, they
want the world to re-discover, a people proud and bold.
Shine on us O Melungeon moon where ever we may be, for in our hearts
we’ll always be, Melungeon's you and me.
Author: Roger A. Casey Copyright 2000