As I awoke this evening with the smell of wood smoke clinging
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Like a gentle cobweb hanging upon a painted teepee
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Oh I went to see my chieftain with my warlance and my woman
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For he told us that the yellow moon would very soon be leaving
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This I can't believe I said, I can't believe our warlord's dead
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Oh he would not leave the chosen ones to the buzzards and the soldiers guns
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Oh great father of the Iroquois ever since I was young
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I've read the writing of the smoke and breast fed on the sound of drums
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I've learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild
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To run the gauntlet of the Sioux, to make a chieftain's daughter mine
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And now you ask that I should watch
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The red man's race be slowly crushed
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What kind of words are these to hear
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From Yellow Dog whom white man fears
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I take only what is mine Lord, my pony, my squaw, and my child
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I can't stay to see you die along with my tribe's pride
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I go to search for the yellow moon and the fathers of our sons
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Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold and the healing waters run
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Trampling down the prairie rose leaving hoof tracks in the sand
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Those who wish to follow me I welcome with my hands
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I heard from passing renegades Geronimo was dead
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He'd been laying down his weapons when they filled him full of lead
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Now there seems no reason why I should carry on
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In this land that once was my land I can't find a home
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It's lonely and it's quiet and the horse soldiers are coming
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And I think it's time I strung my bow and ceased my senseless running
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For soon I'll find the yellow moon along with my loved ones
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Where the buffaloes graze in clover fields without the sound of guns
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And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
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And peace to this young warrior comes with a bullet hole
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Indian Sunset
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| Elton John |
