Title: Trinity.of.Sound Releases New Single "Before The White Man"

With "Before The White Man," Trinity.of.Sound takes us on an emotional journey to a time of untouched nature and boundless freedom. The song's international pop sound combines modern rhythms with a deep longing for a world in harmony with itself – a world where eagles flew, buffalo herds roamed, and the drums on the riverbank set the beat of life.

The poignant lyrics paint pictures of vast landscapes, dancing fires, and a lost harmony. "Where the rivers ran, before the white man came," sings Trinity.of.Sound, creating a goosebump-inducing moment that lingers long after. "Before The White Man" is more than just a song – it's a powerful statement and a melancholic reminder of what was. Immerse yourself in this unforgettable sound.

Lyrics Copyright by Trinity.of.Sound  / Title: Before The White Man / Length: 05:13 

Oooohhhh  Jaeeehhhh

I hear the wind, it calls my name,
Through hills of sage, it sounds the same,
Before the white man came to stake,
We’d dance at dawn by the river’s lake.

Our fires burned, the stars would sigh,
No fences stood between the sky,
We lived with deer and bison free,
A land of song and harmony.

Oh the wind would roam,
Through the quiet home,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.
Oh the drums would beat,
Under moon’s retreat,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.

The eagle soared with wings so wide,
Our children played by the riverside,
We sang in time with rolling streams,
The world was bright, alive with dreams.

Now the forest weeps, the old oaks fall,
Still I wander here, I recall it all,
The laughter gone, the songbird cries,
A lost world’s truth beneath these skies.

Oh the wind would roam,
Through the quiet home,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.
Oh the drums would beat,
Under moon’s retreat,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.


Oh the wind would roam,
Through the quiet home,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.
Oh the drums would beat,
Under moon’s retreat,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.

I feel the dust beneath my feet,
Where horses ran with thunder’s beat,
Where clans would gather, voices high,
Songs of earth that touched the sky.

The river’s bend where elders spoke,
With wisdom strong in every smoke,
Their stories carved in canyon walls,
Now silent there, the eagle calls.

The drumbeat fades, the fire’s cold,
The songs once young, now ages old,
Yet in my heart, the memories sing,
Of dancing free in endless spring.

Oh the wind would roam,
Through the quiet home,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.
Oh the drums would beat,
Under moon’s retreat,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.

I feel the dust beneath my feet,
Where horses ran with thunder’s beat,
Where clans would gather, voices high,
Songs of earth that touched the sky.

The river’s bend where elders spoke,
With wisdom strong in every smoke,
Their stories carved in canyon walls,
Now silent there, the eagle calls.

The songs once young, now ages old,
Yet in my heart, the memories sing,
Of dancing free in endless spring.

Oh the wind would roam,
Through the quiet home,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.
Oh the drums would beat,
Under moon’s retreat,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.



