Pocahontas

<p>Aurora borealis<br/>The icy sky at night<br/>Paddles cut the water<br/>In a long and hurried flight<br/>From the white man<br/>To the fields of green<br/>And the homeland<br/>We&#x27;ve never seen<br/><br/>They killed us in our tepee<br/>They cut our women down<br/>They might have left some babies<br/>Cryin&#x27; on the ground<br/>But the firesticks<br/>And the wagons come<br/>And the night falls<br/>On the setting sun<br/>They massacred the buffalo<br/>Kitty corner from the bank<br/>The taxis run across my feet<br/>And my eyes have turned to blanks<br/>In my little box<br/>At the top of the stairs<br/>With my Indian rug<br/>And a pipe to share<br/><br/>I wish I was a trapper<br/>I would give a thousand pelts<br/>To sleep with Pocahontas<br/>And find out how she felt<br/>In the mornin&#x27;<br/>On the fields of green<br/>In the homeland<br/>We&#x27;ve never seen<br/><br/>And maybe Marlon Brando<br/>Will be there by the fire<br/>We&#x27;ll sit and talk about Hollywood<br/>And the good things there for hire<br/>Like the Astrodome<br/>And the first tepee<br/>Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me<br/>Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me<br/>Pocahontas