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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

  1. Oh, he would not leave the chosen ones

  2. To the buzzards and the soldiers guns

  3. Oh, great father of the Iroquois

  4. Ever since I was young

  5. I've read the writing of the smoke

  6. And breast-fed on the sound of drums

  7. I've learned to hurl the tomahawk

  8. And ride a painted pony wild

  9. To run the gauntlet of the Sioux

  10. To make a chieftain's daughter mine

  11. And now you ask that I should watch

  12. The red man's race be slowly crushed

  13. What kind of words are these to hear

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

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

  16. My pony, my squaw and my child

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

  18. Along with my tribe's pride

  19. I got to search for the yellow moon

  20. And the fathers of our sons

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

  22. And the healing waters run

  23. Trampling down the prairie rose

  24. Leaving hoof tracks in the sand

  25. Those who wish to follow me

  26. I welcome with my hands

  27. I heard from passing renegades

  28. Geronimo was dead

  29. He'd been laying down his weapons

  30. When they filled him full of lead

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

  32. In this land that once was my land

  33. I can't find a home

  34. It's lonely and it's quiet

  35. And the horse soldiers are coming

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

  37. And ceased my senseless running

  38. For soon I'll find the yellow moon

  39. Along with my loved ones

  40. Where the buffaloes graze in clover fields

  41. Without the sound of guns

  42. And the red sun sinks, at last

  43. Into the hills of gold

  44. And peace to this young warrior

  45. 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

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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