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Music by Elton John<br />Lyrics by Bernie Taupin<br /><br />As I awoke this evening with the smell of wood smoke clinging<br />Like a gentle cobweb hanging upon a painted tepee<br />Oh I went to see my chieftain with my warlance and my woman<br />For he told us that the yellow moon would very soon be leaving<br />This I can't believe I said, I can't believe our warlord's dead<br />Oh he would not leave the chosen ones to the buzzards and the soldiers guns<br /><br />Oh great father of the Iroquois ever since I was young<br />I've read the writing of the smoke and breast fed on the sound of drums<br />I've learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild<br />To run the gantlet of the Sioux, to make a chieftain's daughter mine<br /><br />And now you ask that I should watch<br />The red man's race be slowly crushed<br />What kind of words are these to hear<br />From Yellow Dog whom white man fears<br /><br />I take only what is mine Lord, my pony, my squaw, and my child<br />I can't stay to see you die along with my tribe's pride<br />I go to search for the yellow moon and the fathers of our sons<br />Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold and the healing waters run<br /><br />Trampling down the prairie rose leaving hoof tracks in the sand<br />Those who wish to follow me I welcome with my hands<br />I heard from passing renegades Geronimo was dead<br />He'd been laying down his weapons when they filled him full of lead<br /><br />Now there seems no reason why I should carry on<br />In this land that once was my land I can't find a home<br />It's lonely and it's quiet and the horse soldiers are coming<br />And I think it's time I strung my bow and ceased my senseless running<br />For soon I'll find the yellow moon along with my loved ones<br />Where the buffalos graze in clover fields without the sound of guns<br /><br />And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold<br />And peace to this young warrior comes with a bullet hole
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Music by Elton John<br />Lyrics by Bernie Taupin<br /><br />As I awoke this evening with the smell of wood smoke clinging<br />Like a gentle cobweb hanging upon a painted tepee<br />Oh I went to see my chieftain with my warlance and my woman<br />For he told us that the yellow moon would very soon be leaving<br />This I can't believe I said, I can't believe our warlord's dead<br />Oh he would not leave the chosen ones to the buzzards and the soldiers guns<br /><br />Oh great father of the Iroquois ever since I was young<br />I've read the writing of the smoke and breast fed on the sound of drums<br />I've learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild<br />To run the gantlet of the Sioux, to make a chieftain's daughter mine<br /><br />And now you ask that I should watch<br />The red man's race be slowly crushed<br />What kind of words are these to hear<br />From Yellow Dog whom white man fears<br /><br />I take only what is mine Lord, my pony, my squaw, and my child<br />I can't stay to see you die along with my tribe's pride<br />I go to search for the yellow moon and the fathers of our sons<br />Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold and the healing waters run<br /><br />Trampling down the prairie rose leaving hoof tracks in the sand<br />Those who wish to follow me I welcome with my hands<br />I heard from passing renegades Geronimo was dead<br />He'd been laying down his weapons when they filled him full of lead<br /><br />Now there seems no reason why I should carry on<br />In this land that once was my land I can't find a home<br />It's lonely and it's quiet and the horse soldiers are coming<br />And I think it's time I strung my bow and ceased my senseless running<br />For soon I'll find the yellow moon along with my loved ones<br />Where the buffalos graze in clover fields without the sound of guns<br /><br />And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold<br />And peace to this young warrior comes with a bullet hole
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