Broken Rainbow

	作曲 : Nyro
	The old people of the earth tell stories
	An old woman of the old ways
	She said, "I recall all my joyIn better days"
	The young warriors of the open rainbow
	Said, "Tell me is it true?Tell me, do some live out of bags and ragsIn the cities too? Is it true?"
	At the edge where
	I liveHome sweet home,
	AmericaThe earth ones they said"Our religion is in these lands and skiesSweet mother out lands goneTo modern worlds, modern lies"
	The earthways and the new ecology
	You know we were the first, believe me
	We will be the last
	To keep a light for the earth
	At the edge where
	I liveHome sweet home
	AmericaNative
	American nation
	Caught in the devastation
	An endless situation
	What can I do?
	The ghosts of prejudice
	Cuts through the moonglow
	Poet on a cryin' page
	Broken rainbow, broken rainbow
	Home sweet home,
	America, oh

	zuò qǔ : Nyro
	The old people of the earth tell stories
	An old woman of the old ways
	She said, " I recall all my joyIn better days"
	The young warriors of the open rainbow
	Said, " Tell me is it true? Tell me, do some live out of bags and ragsIn the cities too? Is it true?"
	At the edge where
	I liveHome sweet home,
	AmericaThe earth ones they said" Our religion is in these lands and skiesSweet mother out lands goneTo modern worlds, modern lies"
	The earthways and the new ecology
	You know we were the first, believe me
	We will be the last
	To keep a light for the earth
	At the edge where
	I liveHome sweet home
	AmericaNative
	American nation
	Caught in the devastation
	An endless situation
	What can I do?
	The ghosts of prejudice
	Cuts through the moonglow
	Poet on a cryin' page
	Broken rainbow, broken rainbow
	Home sweet home,
	America, oh