Indian Sunset (Live Radio Broadcast / Including Spoken Intro / Remastered 2016) - Elton John

Lyrics by：Elton John/Bernie Taupin

Composed by：Elton John/Bernie Taupin

As I awoke this evening with the smell

Of wood smoke 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

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

I take only what is mine Lord 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

Trampling down the prairie rose

Leaving hoof tracks in the sand

Those who wish 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