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