Lyrics: Neil Young. Year Of The Horse (Live). Pocahontas.

Aurora Borealis
The icy sky at night
Paddles cut the water
In a long and hurried flight

From the white man to the fields of green
And the homeland we've never seen

They killed us in our tepee
And they cut our women down
They might have left some babies
Cryin' on the ground

But the fire sticks and the wagons come
And the night falls on the setting sun

They massacred the buffalo
Kitty corner from the bank
The taxis run across my feet
And my eyes have turned to blanks

In my little box at the top of the stairs
With my Indian rug and a pipe to share

I wish I was a trapper
I would give thousand pelts
To sleep with Pocahontas
And find out how she felt

In the mornin' on the fields of green
In the homeland we've never seen

And maybe Marlon Brando
Will be there by the fire
We'll sit and talk about Hollywood
And the good things there for hire
Like the Astrodome and the first tepee

Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me
Pocahontas