Aurora borealis  The icy sky at night  Our paddles break the water  In a long and hurried flight  From the white man and the fields of green  And the homeland we've never seen  They killed us in our tepee  They cut our women down  They might have left some babies  Cryin' on the ground  But the big guns and the wagon wheels come  Yes, 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 room at the top of the stairs  With an Indian rug and a pipe to share  I wish a was a trapper  I would give thousand pelts  To sleep with Pocahontas  And to find out how she felt  In the morning on the fields of green  In the homeland we've never seen  Yes and maybe Marlon Brando  Will be there by the fire  We'll sit and talk of Hollywood  And the good things there for hire  And the Astrodome and the first tepee  Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me  Pocahontas