Pocahontas

Aurora borealis, the icy sky at night

Our 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

But the firesticks and the wagons come

And the night falls on the setting sun



They massacred the buffalo, kitty corner from the bank

And 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 a was a trapper, I would give 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 seen



Yes 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 Astrodome and the first tepee

Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me

Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me

Pocahontas