歌词
The old people of the earth tell stories
An old woman of the old ways
She said, "I recall all my joyIn better days"
The young warriors of the open rainbow
Said, "Tell me is it true?Tell me, do some live out of bags and ragsIn the cities too? Is it true?"
At the edge where
I liveHome sweet home,
AmericaThe earth ones they said"Our religion is in these lands and skiesSweet mother out lands goneTo modern worlds, modern lies"
The earthways and the new ecology
You know we were the first, believe me
We will be the last
To keep a light for the earth
At the edge where
I liveHome sweet home
AmericaNative
American nation
Caught in the devastation
An endless situation
What can I do?
The ghosts of prejudice
Cuts through the moonglow
Poet on a cryin' page
Broken rainbow, broken rainbow
Home sweet home,
America, oh
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