Aurora Borealis
The icy sky at night
Paddles cut the water
In a long and hurried flightFrom the white man to the fields of green
And the homeland we've never seenThey killed us in our tepee
And they cut our women down
They might have left some babies
Cryin' on the groundBut the fire sticks and the wagons come
And the night falls on the setting sunThey massacred the buffalo
Kitty corner from the bank
The taxis run across my feet
And my eyes have turned to blanksIn my little box at the top of the stairs
With my Indian rug and a pipe to shareI wish I was a trapper
I would give thousand pelts
To sleep with Pocahontas
And find out how she feltIn the mornin' on the fields of green
In the homeland we've never seenAnd maybe Marlon Brando
Will be there by the fire
We'll sit and talk about Hollywood
And the good things there for hire
Like the Astrodome and the first tepeeMarlon Brando, Pocahontas and me
Pocahontas