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

And the homeland

We've never seen

They killed us in our teepee

And they cut our women down

They might have left some babies

Cryin' on the ground

But the fire-sticks

And the wagons come

And the night falls

On the setting sun

They massacred the buffalo

Kitty-corner from the bank

And the taxis run across my feet

And my eyes have turned to blanks

And 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

And maybe Marlon Brando

Will be there by the fire

We'll sit and talk of Hollywood

And the good things there for hire

And the Astrodome

And the first teepee

Marlon Brando, Pocahontas, and me

Marlon Brando, Pocahontas, and me

Pocahontas