Pocahontas

Aurora Borealis

The icy sky at night

Paddles cut the water

In a long and hurried flight

From the white man

To the fields of green

In the homeland we've never seen

The killed us in our teepees

They cut our women down

They might have left some babies

Crying on the ground

But the fire sticks and wagons come

And the night falls on the setting sun

They massacred the buffalo kitty corner from the bank

Taxi's 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 we 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

And maybe Marlon Brando

Will be there by the fire

We'll sit and talk about Hollywood

And the good things there for hire

Like the Astrodome and the first Teepee

Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me

Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me

Pocahontas