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Song title: Peter, Paul & Mary - Indian Sunset

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As he awoke that evening with the smell of wood-smoke clinging
Like a gentle cobweb hangin upon a painted teepee
He went to see his chieftain with his war lance and his woman
For they told him that the yellow moon would very soon be leaving
Oh, 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 guns

Oh, great father of the iroquois, ever since I was young
Ive read the writing of the smoke and breast-fed on the sound of drums
Ive learned to hurl the tomahawk and	ride a painted pony wild,
To run the gauntlet of the sioux, to make a chieftains daughter mine

And 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 child
I cant stay to see you die, along with my tribes pride
I go to search for the yellow moon and the fathers of our sons
Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold and the healing waters run

Tramplin down the prairie rose, leaving hooftracks in the sand
Those who wish to follow me, I welcome with my hand
I heard from passing renegades, geronimo was dead
Hed been laying down his weapons when they filled him full of lead

Now there seems no reason why I should carry on
In this land that once was my land I cant find a home
Its lonely and its quiet and the horse soldiers are comin
And I think its time I strung my bow and ceased my senseless running
For now Ill find the yellow moon along with my loved ones
Where the buffloes graze in the clover fields without the sound of guns
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior comes with a bullet hole!