Song | Indian Sunset |
Artist | Elton John |
Album | Madman Across The Water |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bernie Taupin & Elton John | |
作词 : John, Taupin | |
As I awoke this evening | |
With the smell of wood smoke clinging | |
Like a gentle cobweb hanging | |
Upon a painted tepee | |
Oh, I went to see my chieftain | |
With my warlance and my woman | |
For he told us that the | |
Yellow Moon | |
Would very soon be leaving"This I can't believe", | |
I said"I can't believe our warlord's deadOh, he would not leave the chosen onesTo the buzzards and the soldiers' guns" | |
Oh, Great | |
Father of the | |
IroquoisEver since, | |
I was young | |
I've read the writing of the smoke | |
And breastfed on the sound of drums | |
I've learned to hurl the tomahawk | |
And ride a painted pony wild | |
To run the gantlet of the | |
SiouxTo make a chieftain's daughter mine | |
And now you ask that | |
I should watch | |
The red man's race be slowly crushed | |
What kind of words are these to hear | |
From Yellow | |
Dog whom a white man fears? | |
I take only what is mine, | |
LordMy pony, my squaw, and my child | |
Oh, I can't stay here to see you die | |
Along with my tribe's pride | |
I go to search for the | |
Yellow Moon | |
And the fathers of our sons | |
Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold | |
And the healin' waters run | |
Tramplin' down the prairie rose | |
Leavin' hoof tracks in the sand | |
Those who wish to follow me | |
I welcome with my hands | |
I heard from passin' renegades | |
Geronimo was dead | |
He'd been layin' down his weapons | |
When they filled him full of lead | |
Now there seems no reason | |
Why I should carry on | |
In this land that once was my land | |
I can't find a home | |
It's lonely and it's quiet | |
And the horse soldiers are comin' | |
And I think it's time | |
I strung my bow | |
And ceased my senseless running | |
For soon I'll find the | |
Yellow Moon | |
Along with my loved ones | |
Where the buffaloes graze in clover fields | |
Without the sound of guns | |
And the red sun sinks at last | |
Into the hills of gold | |
And peace to this young warrior | |
Comes with a bullet hole |
zuo qu : Bernie Taupin Elton John | |
zuo ci : John, Taupin | |
As I awoke this evening | |
With the smell of wood smoke clinging | |
Like a gentle cobweb hanging | |
Upon a painted tepee | |
Oh, I went to see my chieftain | |
With my warlance and my woman | |
For he told us that the | |
Yellow Moon | |
Would very soon be leaving" This I can' t believe", | |
I said" I can' t believe our warlord' s deadOh, he would not leave the chosen onesTo the buzzards and the soldiers' guns" | |
Oh, Great | |
Father of the | |
IroquoisEver since, | |
I was young | |
I' ve read the writing of the smoke | |
And breastfed on the sound of drums | |
I' ve learned to hurl the tomahawk | |
And ride a painted pony wild | |
To run the gantlet of the | |
SiouxTo make a chieftain' s daughter mine | |
And now you ask that | |
I should watch | |
The red man' s race be slowly crushed | |
What kind of words are these to hear | |
From Yellow | |
Dog whom a white man fears? | |
I take only what is mine, | |
LordMy pony, my squaw, and my child | |
Oh, I can' t stay here to see you die | |
Along with my tribe' s pride | |
I go to search for the | |
Yellow Moon | |
And the fathers of our sons | |
Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold | |
And the healin' waters run | |
Tramplin' down the prairie rose | |
Leavin' hoof tracks in the sand | |
Those who wish to follow me | |
I welcome with my hands | |
I heard from passin' renegades | |
Geronimo was dead | |
He' d been layin' down his weapons | |
When they filled him full of lead | |
Now there seems no reason | |
Why I should carry on | |
In this land that once was my land | |
I can' t find a home | |
It' s lonely and it' s quiet | |
And the horse soldiers are comin' | |
And I think it' s time | |
I strung my bow | |
And ceased my senseless running | |
For soon I' ll find the | |
Yellow Moon | |
Along with my loved ones | |
Where the buffaloes graze in clover fields | |
Without the sound of guns | |
And the red sun sinks at last | |
Into the hills of gold | |
And peace to this young warrior | |
Comes with a bullet hole |
zuò qǔ : Bernie Taupin Elton John | |
zuò cí : John, Taupin | |
As I awoke this evening | |
With the smell of wood smoke clinging | |
Like a gentle cobweb hanging | |
Upon a painted tepee | |
Oh, I went to see my chieftain | |
With my warlance and my woman | |
For he told us that the | |
Yellow Moon | |
Would very soon be leaving" This I can' t believe", | |
I said" I can' t believe our warlord' s deadOh, he would not leave the chosen onesTo the buzzards and the soldiers' guns" | |
Oh, Great | |
Father of the | |
IroquoisEver since, | |
I was young | |
I' ve read the writing of the smoke | |
And breastfed on the sound of drums | |
I' ve learned to hurl the tomahawk | |
And ride a painted pony wild | |
To run the gantlet of the | |
SiouxTo make a chieftain' s daughter mine | |
And now you ask that | |
I should watch | |
The red man' s race be slowly crushed | |
What kind of words are these to hear | |
From Yellow | |
Dog whom a white man fears? | |
I take only what is mine, | |
LordMy pony, my squaw, and my child | |
Oh, I can' t stay here to see you die | |
Along with my tribe' s pride | |
I go to search for the | |
Yellow Moon | |
And the fathers of our sons | |
Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold | |
And the healin' waters run | |
Tramplin' down the prairie rose | |
Leavin' hoof tracks in the sand | |
Those who wish to follow me | |
I welcome with my hands | |
I heard from passin' renegades | |
Geronimo was dead | |
He' d been layin' down his weapons | |
When they filled him full of lead | |
Now there seems no reason | |
Why I should carry on | |
In this land that once was my land | |
I can' t find a home | |
It' s lonely and it' s quiet | |
And the horse soldiers are comin' | |
And I think it' s time | |
I strung my bow | |
And ceased my senseless running | |
For soon I' ll find the | |
Yellow Moon | |
Along with my loved ones | |
Where the buffaloes graze in clover fields | |
Without the sound of guns | |
And the red sun sinks at last | |
Into the hills of gold | |
And peace to this young warrior | |
Comes with a bullet hole |