Indian Sunset (piano demo)
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โฑ๏ธ 7:33 duration
๐ ID: 9104747
๐ Lyrics
As I awoke this evening
With the smell woodsmoke clinging
Like a gentle cobweb hanging
Upon a painted tepee
Oh, I went to see my chieftain
With my warlance and my woman
For he told us that the yellow moon
Would very soon be leaving
Oh, this I can't believe I said
I won't believe our warlord's dead
Oh, 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 man's race be slowly crushed?
What kind of words are these to hear
From Yellow Dog, whom white man fears?
Oh, I take only what is mine, Lord
My pony, my squaw, and my child
Oh, 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
Trampling down the prairie rose
Leaving hoof tracks in the sand
Those who care to follow me
I welcome with my hands
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 coming
And I think it's time I strung my bow
And ceased my senses running
For soon I'll find the yellow moon
Along with my loved ones
Where the buffaloes graze in 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
With the smell woodsmoke clinging
Like a gentle cobweb hanging
Upon a painted tepee
Oh, I went to see my chieftain
With my warlance and my woman
For he told us that the yellow moon
Would very soon be leaving
Oh, this I can't believe I said
I won't believe our warlord's dead
Oh, 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 man's race be slowly crushed?
What kind of words are these to hear
From Yellow Dog, whom white man fears?
Oh, I take only what is mine, Lord
My pony, my squaw, and my child
Oh, 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
Trampling down the prairie rose
Leaving hoof tracks in the sand
Those who care to follow me
I welcome with my hands
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 coming
And I think it's time I strung my bow
And ceased my senses running
For soon I'll find the yellow moon
Along with my loved ones
Where the buffaloes graze in 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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:41.69] As I awoke this evening
[00:44.58] With the smell woodsmoke clinging
[00:48.32] Like a gentle cobweb hanging
[00:51.72] Upon a painted tepee
[00:56.08] Oh, I went to see my chieftain
[00:59.28] With my warlance and my woman
[01:03.10] For he told us that the yellow moon
[01:06.60] Would very soon be leaving
[01:11.36] Oh, this I can't believe I said
[01:14.83] I won't believe our warlord's dead
[01:19.87] Oh, he would not leave the chosen ones
[01:23.02] To the buzzards and the soldiers' guns
[01:27.75] Oh, great father of the Iroquois
[01:32.15] Ever since I was young
[01:37.28] I've read the writing of the smoke
[01:40.67] And breast-fed on the sound of drums
[01:46.06] I've learned to hurl the tomahawk
[01:49.27] And ride a painted pony wild
[01:54.36] To run the gauntlet of the Sioux
[01:57.82] To make a chieftain's daughter mine
[02:02.81] And now you ask that I should watch
[02:05.95] The red man's race be slowly crushed?
[02:10.84] What kind of words are these to hear
[02:14.18] From Yellow Dog, whom white man fears?
[02:20.76]
[03:02.65] Oh, I take only what is mine, Lord
[03:09.09] My pony, my squaw, and my child
[03:17.02] Oh, I can't stay to see you die
[03:24.58] Along with my tribe's pride
[03:32.63] I go to search for the yellow moon
[03:37.48] And the fathers of our sons
[03:44.25] Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold
[03:50.93] And the healing waters run
[04:02.27] Trampling down the prairie rose
[04:09.27] Leaving hoof tracks in the sand
[04:16.15] Those who care to follow me
[04:23.36] I welcome with my hands
[04:30.36] I heard from passing renegades
[04:36.95] Geronimo was dead
[04:41.66] He'd been laying down his weapons
[04:48.23] When they filled him full of lead
[05:01.26]
[05:52.49] Now there seems no reason why
[05:56.03] I should carry on
[05:59.75] In this land that once was my land
[06:03.44] I can't find a home
[06:07.28] It's lonely and it's quiet
[06:09.93] And the horse soldiers are coming
[06:14.52] And I think it's time I strung my bow
[06:18.74] And ceased my senses running
[06:24.50] For soon I'll find the yellow moon
[06:28.28] Along with my loved ones
[06:31.57] Where the buffaloes graze in clover fields
[06:35.62] Without the sound of guns
[06:38.83] And the red sun sinks at last
[06:42.82] Into the hills of gold
[06:46.31] And peace to this young warrior
[06:50.79] Comes with a bullet hole
[07:04.21]
[00:44.58] With the smell woodsmoke clinging
[00:48.32] Like a gentle cobweb hanging
[00:51.72] Upon a painted tepee
[00:56.08] Oh, I went to see my chieftain
[00:59.28] With my warlance and my woman
[01:03.10] For he told us that the yellow moon
[01:06.60] Would very soon be leaving
[01:11.36] Oh, this I can't believe I said
[01:14.83] I won't believe our warlord's dead
[01:19.87] Oh, he would not leave the chosen ones
[01:23.02] To the buzzards and the soldiers' guns
[01:27.75] Oh, great father of the Iroquois
[01:32.15] Ever since I was young
[01:37.28] I've read the writing of the smoke
[01:40.67] And breast-fed on the sound of drums
[01:46.06] I've learned to hurl the tomahawk
[01:49.27] And ride a painted pony wild
[01:54.36] To run the gauntlet of the Sioux
[01:57.82] To make a chieftain's daughter mine
[02:02.81] And now you ask that I should watch
[02:05.95] The red man's race be slowly crushed?
[02:10.84] What kind of words are these to hear
[02:14.18] From Yellow Dog, whom white man fears?
[02:20.76]
[03:02.65] Oh, I take only what is mine, Lord
[03:09.09] My pony, my squaw, and my child
[03:17.02] Oh, I can't stay to see you die
[03:24.58] Along with my tribe's pride
[03:32.63] I go to search for the yellow moon
[03:37.48] And the fathers of our sons
[03:44.25] Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold
[03:50.93] And the healing waters run
[04:02.27] Trampling down the prairie rose
[04:09.27] Leaving hoof tracks in the sand
[04:16.15] Those who care to follow me
[04:23.36] I welcome with my hands
[04:30.36] I heard from passing renegades
[04:36.95] Geronimo was dead
[04:41.66] He'd been laying down his weapons
[04:48.23] When they filled him full of lead
[05:01.26]
[05:52.49] Now there seems no reason why
[05:56.03] I should carry on
[05:59.75] In this land that once was my land
[06:03.44] I can't find a home
[06:07.28] It's lonely and it's quiet
[06:09.93] And the horse soldiers are coming
[06:14.52] And I think it's time I strung my bow
[06:18.74] And ceased my senses running
[06:24.50] For soon I'll find the yellow moon
[06:28.28] Along with my loved ones
[06:31.57] Where the buffaloes graze in clover fields
[06:35.62] Without the sound of guns
[06:38.83] And the red sun sinks at last
[06:42.82] Into the hills of gold
[06:46.31] And peace to this young warrior
[06:50.79] Comes with a bullet hole
[07:04.21]