Lyrics Pocahontas - Pocahontas
Aurora
borealis
The
icy
sky
at
night
Our
paddles
break
the
water
In
a
long
and
hurried
flight
From
the
white
man
and
the
fields
of
green
And
the
homeland
we've
never
seen
They
killed
us
in
our
tepee
They
cut
our
women
down
They
might
have
left
some
babies
Cryin'
on
the
ground
But
the
big
guns
and
the
wagon
wheels
come
Yes,
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
room
at
the
top
of
the
stairs
With
an
Indian
rug
and
a
pipe
to
share
I
wish
a
was
a
trapper
I
would
give
thousand
pelts
To
sleep
with
Pocahontas
And
to
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
Pocahontas
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