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INDIAN SUNSET

Paroles et musique :Elton John, Bernard J P Taupin
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As I awoke this evening with the smell of wood smoke clinging
 
Like a gentle cobweb hanging upon a painted tepee
 
Oh I went to see my chieftain with my warlance and my woman
 
For he told us that the yellow moon would very soon be leaving
  This I can't believe I said, I can't bel  ieve our warlord's dead
Oh he   would not leave th  e chosen ones to   the buzzards and the soldiers guns
 
 
Oh grea  t father of the Iroquois ever   since I was young
I've read the writ  ing of the smoke an  d breast fed on the sound of drums
I've   learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a pain  ted pony wild
To   run the gauntlet of   the Sioux, to mak  e a chieftain's daughter mine
 
 
And   now you ask that I should watch
The   red man's race be slowl  y crush  ed
What   kind of words ar  e these to hear
From   Yellow Dog whom white man fears
 
 
  
                                
 
 
  I take   only what is mi  ne Lord,    my   pony,   my squaw,   and my child            
  I can't   stay to se  e you die        al  ong   with my tribe's pride           
  I go to search for the   yellow moon and   the fathers of   our sons
Where th  e red su  n sinks in the h  ills of go  ld and the h  ealing w  aters r (***) un
 
 
  Trampling   down the prai  rie rose      l  eaving   hoof tra  cks in the sand           
  Those who   wish to foll  ow me        I welc  ome   with my hands            
  I heard from passing   renegades Ge  ronimo was dea  d
He'd bee  n layin  g down his   weapon  s        when the  y filled him ful  l of                       )****               
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  Now there seems n  o reason why I   should carry on     
  In this land that   once was my land   I can't find a   home
It's   lonely and it's qui  et and the h  orse soldiers are c  oming
And I   think it's tim  e I strung my bow   and ceased my sensel  ess running
For   soon I'll find the ye  llow moon alo  ng with my loved one  s
Where th  e buffalos graze in   clover fields wit  hout the sound of gu  ns
 
 
And th  e red su  n sinks at last   into the hill  s of gold
And   peace to this yo  ung warrior com  es with a bullet   ho___ _________  ____le.   )****
 
 
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