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Indian Sunset – Elton John

Elton John

Indian Sunset lyrics

Language
English
Level
Intermediate
Released
1971
Genre
Pop
Length
6:47
  1. As I awoke this evening

  2. With the smell of woodsmoke clinging

  3. Like a gentle cobweb hanging upon a painted teepee

  4. Oh, I went to see my chieftain

  5. With my war lance and my woman

  6. For he told us that the yellow moon would very soon be leaving

  7. This I can't believe I said

  8. I can't believe our Warlord's dead

  9. Oh, he would not leave the chosen ones

  10. To the buzzards and the soldiers guns

  11. Oh, great father of the Iroquois

  12. Ever since I was young

  13. I've read the writing of the smoke

  14. And breast-fed on the sound of drums

  15. I've learned to hurl the tomahawk

  16. And ride a painted pony wild

  17. To run the gauntlet of the Sioux

  18. To make a chieftain's daughter mine

  19. And now you ask that I should watch

  20. The red man's race be slowly crushed

  21. What kind of words are these to hear

  22. From Yellow Dog, whom the white man fears?

  23. Oh, I take only what is mine, Lord

  24. My pony, my squaw and my child

  25. Oh, I can't stay to see you die

  26. Along with my tribe's pride

  27. I got to search for the yellow moon

  28. And the fathers of our sons

  29. Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold

  30. And the healing waters run

  31. Trampling down the prairie rose

  32. Leaving hoof tracks in the sand

  33. Those who wish to follow me

  34. I welcome with my hands

  35. I heard from passing renegades

  36. Geronimo was dead

  37. He'd been laying down his weapons

  38. When they filled him full of lead

  39. Now there seems no reason why I should carry on

  40. In this land that once was my land

  41. I can't find a home

  42. It's lonely and it's quiet

  43. And the horse soldiers are coming

  44. And I think it's time I strung my bow

  45. And ceased my senseless running

  46. For soon I'll find the yellow moon

  47. Along with my loved ones

  48. Where the buffaloes graze in clover fields

  49. Without the sound of guns

  50. And the red sun sinks, at last

  51. Into the hills of gold

  52. And peace to this young warrior

  53. Comes with a bullet hole

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Key vocabulary

laying
putting something downB1
lonely
sad because aloneB1
painted
decorated with paintA1
teepee
tent of native people
chieftain
leader of a tribe
war
armed fighting between groupsA2
lance
long pointed weapon
squaw
Native woman (outdated)
fathers
male parentsA1
down
not up; sadA1

About this song

Elton John is an English singer-songwriter and pianist known for his role in pop rock and piano-driven glam rock. He became famous for the songwriting partnership with Bernie Taupin and for a career that produced major chart hits and award-winning performances.

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Indian Sunset

As I awoke this evening

With the smell of woodsmoke clinging

Like a gentle cobweb hanging upon a painted teepee

Oh, I went to see my chieftain

With my war lance 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 the white man fears?

Oh, I take only what is mine, Lord

My pony, my squaw and my child

Oh, I can't stay to see you die

Along with my tribe's pride

I got 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