Tytuł: Indian Sunset

• Wykonawca: Elton John
• Wyświetleń: 208

As I awoke this evening with the 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 woman
  For 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 chieftain's daughter mine
  
  And now you ask that I should watch
  The red man's race be slowly crushed
  What kind of words are these to hear
  From Yellow Dog whom 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 rose leaving hoof tracks in the sand
  Those 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 when 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 buffaloes 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