Pocahontas (Live)

Letra de Pocahontas (Live)

Aurora borealis, the icy sky at night Paddles cut the water in a long and hurried flight From the white man to the fields of green To the homeland we'd never seenKilled us in our tepee, then they cut our women down Might have left some babies cryin' on the ground But the firesticks and the wagons come And the night falls on the setting sunThey massacred the buffalo kitty corner from the bank The taxis run across my feet and my eyes have turned to blanks In my little box at the top of the stairs My Indian rug and a pipe to shareWish a was a trapper, I would give a thousand pelts To sleep with Pocahontas and find out how she felt In the morning on the fields of green In the homeland we've never seenAnd maybe Marlon Brando will be there by the fire We'll sit and talk of Hollywood and the good things there for hire And the Astrodome and the first tepee Marlon Brando, Pocahontas, and me Marlon Brando, Pocahontas, and mePocahontas