Pocahontas

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
 And the homeland
 We've never seen
 They killed us in our tepee
 And they cut our women down
 They might have left some babies
 Cryin' on the ground
 When the firesticks
 And the wagons come
 And the night falls
 On the setting sun
 They massacred the buffalo
 Kitty corner from the bank
 And taxis run across my feet
 And my eyes have turned to blanks
 In my little box
 At the top of the stairs
 With my Indian rug
 And a pipe to share
 I wish I was a trapper
 I would give thousand pelts
 To sleep with Pocahontas
 And find out how she felt
 In the mornin'
 On the fields of green
 In the homeland
 We've never seen
 And maybe Marlon Brando
 Will be there by the fire
 We'll sit and talk of Hollywood
 And the good things there for hire
 Like the Astrodome
 And the first tepee
 Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me
 Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me
 Pocahontas