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 teepees, And they cut our women down

They might have left some babies Cryin' on the ground

But the firesticks and the wagons come And the night falls on the settin' sun

They 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 With my indian rug and a pipe to share

I wish I was a trapper I would give a 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

And the Astradome and the first teepee Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me

Pocahontas