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Indian Sunset

アーティスト:Mary Travers  アルバム:Mary 

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As he awoke that evening with the smell of wood-smoke clinging Like a gentle cobweb hangin' upon a painted teepee He went to see his chieftain with his war lance and his woman For they told him that the yellow moon would very soon be leaving "oh, this I can't believe, "he said, "I won't believe our war lord's dead! 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 men's race be slowly crushed? What kind of words are these to hear from yellow dog, whom the white man fears? I take only what is mine; my pony, my squaw, and my child I can't stay to see you die, along with my tribe's pride


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