Indian sunset lyrics

Artist  : Peter, paul & mary 
Song : Indian sunset
 
As he awoke that evening with the smell of
wood-smoke clinging
Like a gentle cobweb hangin’ upon a painted
teepee
He went to see his chieftain with his war lance
and his woman
For they told him that the yellow moon would very
soon be leaving
"oh, this I can’t believe, "he said,
"i won’t believe our war lord’s dead!
He would not leave the chosen ones to the
buzzards and the soldiers’ guns"

Oh, great father of the iroquois, ever since I
was young
I’ve read the writing of the smoke and breast-fed
on the sound of drums
I’ve learned to hurl the tomahawk and	ride a
painted pony wild,
To run the gauntlet of the sioux, to make a
chieftain’s daughter mine

And now you ask that I should watch the red men’s
race be slowly crushed? 
What kind of words are these to hear from yellow
dog, whom the white man fears? 

I take only what is mine; my pony, my squaw, and
my child
I can’t stay to see you die, along with my
tribe’s pride
I go to search for the yellow moon and the
fathers of our sons
Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold and
the healing waters run

Tramplin’ down the prairie rose, leaving
hooftracks in the sand
Those who wish to follow me, I welcome with my
hand
I heard from passing renegades, geronimo was
dead
He’d been laying down his weapons when they
filled him full of lead

Now there seems no reason why I should carry on
In this land that once was my land I can’t find a
home
It’s lonely and it’s quiet and the horse soldiers
are comin’
And I think it’s time I strung my bow and ceased
my senseless running
For now I’ll find the yellow moon along with my
loved ones
Where the buff’loes graze in the clover fields
without the sound of guns
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of
gold
And peace to this young warrior comes with a
bullet hole!