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  1. Peter, Paul & Mary - Indian Sunset Lyrics
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  5. (John/Taupin)
  7. As he awoke that evening with the smell of wood-smoke clinging
  8. Like a gentle cobweb hangin' upon a painted teepee
  9. He went to see his chieftain with his war lance and his woman
  10. for they told him that the yellow moon would very soon be leaving
  11. "Oh, this I can't believe, "he said, "I won't believe our war lord's dead!
  12. He would not leave the chosen ones to the buzzards and the soldiers' guns"
  14. Oh, great Father of the Iroquois, ever since I was young
  15. I've read the writing of the smoke and breast-fed on the sound of drums
  16. I've learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild,
  17. To run the gauntlet of the Sioux, to make a chieftain's daughter mine
  19. And now you ask that I should watch the red men's race be slowly crushed?
  20. What kind of words are these to hear from Yellow Dog, whom the white man fears?
  22. I take only what is mine; my pony, my squaw, and my child
  23. I can't stay to see you die, along with my tribe's pride
  24. I go to search for the yellow moon and the fathers of our sons
  25. Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold and the healing waters run
  27. Tramplin' down the prairie rose, leaving hooftracks in the sand
  28. Those who wish to follow me, I welcome with my hand
  29. I heard from passing renegades, Geronimo was dead
  30. He'd been laying down his weapons when they filled him full of lead
  32. Now there seems no reason why I should carry on
  33. In this land that once was my land I can't find a home
  34. It's lonely and it's quiet and the horse soldiers are comin'
  35. And I think it's time I strung my bow and ceased my senseless running
  36. For now I'll find the yellow moon along with my loved ones
  37. Where the buff'loes graze in the clover fields without the sound of guns
  38. And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
  39. And peace to this young warrior comes with a bullet hole!
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