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 (***)
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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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