Neil Young - Pocahontas Lyrics
Aurora borealisThe icy sky at nightPaddles cut the waterIn a long and hurried flightFrom the white man to the fields of greenAnd the homeland weve never seen.They killed us in our tepeeAnd they cut our women downThey might have left some babiesCryin on the groundBut the firesticks and the wagons comeAnd the night falls on the setting sun.They massacred the buffaloKitty corner from the bankThe taxis run across my feetAnd my eyes have turned to blanksIn my little box at the top of the stairsWith my indian rug and a pipe to share.I wish a was a trapperI would give thousand peltsTo sleep with pocahontasAnd find out how she feltIn the mornin on the fields of greenIn the homeland weve never seen.And maybe marlon brandoWill be there by the fireWell sit and talk of hollywoodAnd the good things there for hireAnd the astrodome and the first tepeeMarlon brando, pocahontas and meMarlon brando, pocahontas and mePocahontas.
