Lirik Lagu Indian Sunset - LeAnn Rimes
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As I awoke this evening with the smell of wood smoke clingingLike a gentle cobweb hanging upon a painted tepeeOh I went to see my chieftain with my warlance and my womanFor he told us that the yellow moon would very soon be leavingThis I can't believe I said, I can't believe our warlord's deadOh he would not leave the chosen ones to the buzzards and the soldiers guns
Oh great father of the Iroquois ever since I was youngI've read the writing of the smoke and breast fed on the sound of drumsI've learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wildTo run the gauntlet of the Sioux, to make a chieftain's daughter mine
And now you ask that I should watchThe red man's race be slowly crushedWhat kind of words are these to hearFrom Yellow Dog whom white man fears
I take only what is mine Lord, my pony, my squaw, and my childI can't stay to see you die along with my tribe's prideI go to search for the yellow moon and the fathers of our sonsWhere the red sun sinks in the hills of gold and the healing waters run
Trampling down the prairie rose leaving hoof tracks in the sandThose who wish to follow me I welcome with my handsI heard from passing renegades Geronimo was deadHe'd been laying down his weapons when they filled him full of lead
Now there seems no reason why I should carry onIn this land that once was my land I can't find a homeIt's lonely and it's quiet and the horse soldiers are comingAnd I think it's time I strung my bow and ceased my senseless runningFor soon I'll find the yellow moon along with my loved onesWhere the buffalos graze in clover fields without the sound of guns
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of goldAnd peace to this young warrior comes with a bullet hole
Oh great father of the Iroquois ever since I was youngI've read the writing of the smoke and breast fed on the sound of drumsI've learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wildTo run the gauntlet of the Sioux, to make a chieftain's daughter mine
And now you ask that I should watchThe red man's race be slowly crushedWhat kind of words are these to hearFrom Yellow Dog whom white man fears
I take only what is mine Lord, my pony, my squaw, and my childI can't stay to see you die along with my tribe's prideI go to search for the yellow moon and the fathers of our sonsWhere the red sun sinks in the hills of gold and the healing waters run
Trampling down the prairie rose leaving hoof tracks in the sandThose who wish to follow me I welcome with my handsI heard from passing renegades Geronimo was deadHe'd been laying down his weapons when they filled him full of lead
Now there seems no reason why I should carry onIn this land that once was my land I can't find a homeIt's lonely and it's quiet and the horse soldiers are comingAnd I think it's time I strung my bow and ceased my senseless runningFor soon I'll find the yellow moon along with my loved onesWhere the buffalos graze in clover fields without the sound of guns
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of goldAnd peace to this young warrior comes with a bullet hole
