Smoke rises from a fire that warms the small cabin there  As the young girl inside lights her man's big pipe  And kisses him goodnight  But he is still and stares even deeper into the red flames that burn in the night  In Henhough    Around the fires of the Crow tribe the elders used to say:  "The Sun Man's day ends only when her moon comes out to play,  Got to meet him down in Henhough, Henhough or die"    In the valley of Doverton two orphan babies lay  One called Wade Alaska, the other born of evil Jacob Blade  Each boy was taken by a family and raised by seperate ways  And though Jacab lived across the mountain Wade knew they'd meet again  In Henhough (Henhough)    At the age of twenty Wade took the virgin, had a forum made  And built his wife a cabin in the pasture nestled by the bay  While clearing his land for planting Wade returned home one day  To find an open door, Hanna gone, and the haunting smell of Jacob Blade    So Wade set out that very night  His horse tredding through the river that lay like a castle moat at the foot   of Mount Elran  Strapped to his saddle a shotgun that wore the moonlight like a velvet glove  Wade looked right through the black mountain that lay before him  To Henhough (Henhough)    A thirteen mountain mile trail of tears glistened off the bay  Wade broke a little and knelt down and prayed for a way  The next day sun on the other side at last did shine  And there below lay Henhough, Henhough open wide (Henhough)    The townfolks scattered like a shotgun shell when in walked Wade  The only two left standing was Hanna and Jacob Blade  Wade seen Hanna with her painted eyes, took aim for Jacob's head  A shot rang out that day in Henhough and Wade lay dead    He will thirst yet has no mother  Born in the wine of faith  Who will feed him bread and butter?  He eats chocolate cake  Why must man destroy his brother?  Got to meet him down in Henhough, Henhough or die    Around the fires of the Crow tribe the elders used to say:  "The Sun Man's day ends only when her moon comes out to play"  In the eyes of Wade the reflection of the outlaw Jacob Blade  Laid to rest that morning in the town that bore the name  Henhough.