Neil Young - Pocahontas
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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 settin' 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 I was a trapper,
I would give a 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...