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Aurora borealis |
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The icy sky at night |
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Our paddles break the water |
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In a long and hurried flight |
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From the white man and the fields of green |
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And the homeland we've never seen |
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They killed us in our tepee |
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They cut our women down |
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They might have left some babies |
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Cryin' on the ground |
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But the big guns and the wagon wheels come |
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Yes, and the night falls on the setting sun |
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They massacred the buffalo |
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Kitty corner from the bank |
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The taxis run across my feet |
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And my eyes have turned to blanks |
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In my little room at the top of the stairs |
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With an Indian rug and a pipe to share |
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I wish a was a trapper |
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I would give thousand pelts |
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To sleep with Pocahontas |
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And to find out how she felt |
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In the morning on the fields of green |
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In the homeland we've never seen |
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Yes and maybe Marlon Brando |
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Will be there by the fire |
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We'll sit and talk of Hollywood |
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And the good things there for hire |
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And the Astrodome and the first tepee |
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Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me |
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Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me |
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Pocahontas |
