Aurora bore alis the icy sky at night
pad dles cut the water in a long and hurrie d flight
from the white man to the f ields of gree n
in the homel and we've never seen.
They killed us in our tepee they cut our women down
they might have left some babies cryin' on the ground
but the firesti cks and the wagons come
and the night fa lls on th e setting sun.
They massacre d the buffalo Kitty corner from the bank
tax is run across my feet and my eyes have turned to blanks
in my littl e box a t the top of the stairs
with my Indian r ug and a p ipe to share.
I wis h I was a trapper I would give a thousand pelts
to sleep with Pocahontas and find out how she fe lt
in the mornin' on the fields of green
in the homela nd we've never seen.
And maybe M arlon 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 tepee
Marlon Brando Pocah ontas and me
Marlon Brando Poca hontas and me.
Pocahontas.