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