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点击复制Indian Sunset (BBC Sounds For Saturday / 29th April 1972) - Elton John
Lyrics by：Elton John/Bernie Taupin
Composed by：Elton John/Bernie Taupin
As I awoke this evening with the
Wood smoke slowly 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 can'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
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 senseless 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