Pocahontas
Ton : DEnglish
ADurora borealis, the icy sky at night
EmPaddles cut the water in a lDong and hurried flight
From the wAhite manC to the fGields of gDreen
And the AhomelandC we've Gnever sDeen
They killed us in our teepees and they cut our women down
They might have left some babies crying 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 I was a trapper, I would give a thousand pelts
To sleep with Pocahontas and find out how she felt
In the morning on the fields of green
In the homeland we've never seen
ADnd maybe Marlon Brando will be there by the fire
We'll Emsit and talk of Hollywood aDnd the good things there for hire
AAnd the AstradomeC and the fGirst teepDee
MAarlon Brando,C PocahonGtas and Dme
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