As I awoke this evening with a smell of wood smoke clinging Like a gentle cobweb hanging upon a painted teepee Oh I went to see my chieftain with my warlance and my womanFor 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 dead Oh he would not leave the chosen ones to the buzzards and the soldiers guns Oh great father of the Iroquois ever since I was young I've read the writing of the smoke and breast fed on the sound of drums I've learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild To run the gauntlet of the Sioux,To make a cheiftain's daughter mine.And now you ask that I should watch the red man's race be slowly cruched,What kind of words are these to hear From a yellow dog WHOM A WHITE MAN FEARS.I take only what is mine Lord,My pony,my squaw and my child,I can't stay 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 healing waters run
Trampling down the prairie roads leaving hoof tracks in the sand Thoses who wish to follow me,I welcome with my hands
I heard from passing renegades Geronimo was dead,He'd been laying down his weapons and 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 coming 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 buffalos 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 |
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