Pocahontas (2016 Remaster)

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

But the firesticks and the wagons come

And the night falls on the setting 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 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 Astrodome and the first tepee

Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me

Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me

Pocahontas.