Peter, Paul & Mary - Indian Sunset Lyrics
As he awoke that evening with the smell of wood-smoke clingingLike a gentle cobweb hangin upon a painted teepeeHe went to see his chieftain with his war lance and his womanFor they told him that the yellow moon would very soon be leavingOh, this I cant believe, he said, I wont believe our war lords dead!He would not leave the chosen ones to the buzzards and the soldiers gunsOh, great father of the iroquois, ever since I was youngIve read the writing of the smoke and breast-fed on the sound of drumsIve learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild,To run the gauntlet of the sioux, to make a chieftains daughter mineAnd now you ask that I should watch the red mens race be slowly crushed?What kind of words are these to hear from yellow dog, whom the white man fears?I take only what is mine; my pony, my squaw, and my childI cant stay to see you die, along with my tribes prideI go to search for the yellow moon and the fathers of our sonsWhere the red sun sinks in the hills of gold and the healing waters runTramplin down the prairie rose, leaving hooftracks in the sandThose who wish to follow me, I welcome with my handI heard from passing renegades, geronimo was deadHed been laying down his weapons when they filled him full of leadNow there seems no reason why I should carry onIn this land that once was my land I cant find a homeIts lonely and its quiet and the horse soldiers are cominAnd I think its time I strung my bow and ceased my senseless runningFor now Ill find the yellow moon along with my loved onesWhere the buffloes graze in the clover fields without the sound of gunsAnd the red sun sinks at last into the hills of goldAnd peace to this young warrior comes with a bullet hole!
