Indian Sunset

As I awoke this evening

With the smell of wood smoke clinging

Like a gentle cobweb hanging

Upon a painted tepee

Oh, I went to see my chieftain

With my warlance and my woman

For he told us that the

Yellow Moon

Would very soon be leaving"This I can't believe",

I said"I can't believe our warlord's deadOh, he would not leave the chosen onesTo the buzzards and the soldiers' guns"

Oh, Great

Father of the

IroquoisEver since,

I was young

I've read the writing of the smoke

And breastfed on the sound of drums

I've learned to hurl the tomahawk

And ride a painted pony wild

To run the gantlet of the

SiouxTo make a chieftain's daughter mine

And now you ask that

I should watch

The red man's race be slowly crushed

What kind of words are these to hear

From Yellow

Dog whom a white man fears?

I take only what is mine,

LordMy pony, my squaw, and my child

Oh, I can't stay here to see you die

Along with my tribe's 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 healin' waters run

Tramplin' down the prairie rose

Leavin' hoof tracks in the sand

Those who wish to follow me

I welcome with my hands

I heard from passin' renegades

Geronimo was dead

He'd been layin' 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 can't find a home

It's lonely and it's quiet

And the horse soldiers are comin'

And I think it's time

I strung my bow

And ceased my senseless running

For soon I'll find the

Yellow Moon

Along with my loved ones

Where the buffaloes graze in 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