Elton John - Lyric Title, Indian Sunset

Article Friendly article publishing script homepage.

Home | Submit Lyrics | Login | User Support Forum

Number Times Read : 35

Ad Stuff

29 or more times read

Submitted 2008-08-07 15:41:12

Indian Sunset

[Valid RSS feed]

Category Rss Feed - http://www.mixlyrics.com/rss.php?rss=334

Song By Elton John Artist Bio
Album - N/A
In Category : Misc Lyrics
Submitted By : Jan Michaels

As I awoke the evening with the smell of woodsmoke clinging.
Like a gentle cobweb hanging upon a painted teepee.
Oh I wen to see my chieftain with my war lance and my woman.
For he told us that the yellow moon would very soon me leaving.

This I can't believe I said, I can't believe our Warlord's dead.
Oh, he would not leave the chose 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?

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 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.

Lyric From Mix Lyrics

HTML Ready Article. Click on the "Copy" button to copy into your clipboard.

<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC '-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN' 'http://www.w3.org/TR/html4/loose.dtd'>; <html><head><title>Mix Lyrics | Indian Sunset</title></head><body><h3>Indian Sunset</h3><br><br> By: Elton John<br><br><p>As I awoke the evening with the smell of woodsmoke clinging.<br />Like a gentle cobweb hanging upon a painted teepee.<br />Oh I wen to see my chieftain with my war lance and my woman.<br />For he told us that the yellow moon would very soon me leaving.<br /><br />This I can't believe I said, I can't believe our Warlord's dead.<br />Oh, he would not leave the chose ones to the buzzards and the soldiers guns.<br /><br />Oh, great father of the Iroquois ever since I was young,<br />I've read the writing of the smoke and breast-fed on the sound of drums.<br />I've learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild.<br />To run the gauntlet of the Sioux, to make a chieftain's daughter mine.<br /><br />And now you ask that I should watch the red man's race be slowly crushed!<br />What kind of words are these to hear from Yellow Dog, whom the white man fears?<br /><br />I take only what is mine Lord, my pony, my squaw, and my child.<br />I can't stay to see you die along with my tribe's pride.<br />I got to search for the yellow moon and the Fathers of our sons,<br />Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold, and the healing waters run.<br /><br />Trampling down the prairie rose, leaving hoof tracks in the sand.<br />Those who wish to follow me, I welcome with my hands.<br />I heard from passing renegades Geronimo was dead,<br />He'd been laying down his weapons when they filled him full of lead.<br /><br />Now there seems no reason why I should carry on,<br />In this land that once was my land, I can't find a home.<br />It's lonely and it's quiet and the horse soldiers are coming,<br />And I think it's time I strung my bow and ceased my senseless running.<br />For soon I'll find the yellow moon, along with my loved ones.<br />Where the buffaloes graze in clover fields without the sound of guns.<br /><br />And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold<br />And peace to this young warrior comes with a bullet hole.</p> <br><br> <b>Submitted By :-></b> Jan Michaels<br><br><b>Lyric From</b> <a href='http://www.mixlyrics.com/'>Mix Lyrics</a><br></body></html>

Firefox users please select/copy/paste as usual

New Members
	Sign up
	Affiliate Sign In


Nav Menu
	Home
	Login
	Submit Songs
	Submission Guidelines
	Top Lyrics
	Link Directory
	About Us
	Contact Us
	Privacy Policy
	RSS Feeds

Actions

Print This Lyric

Add To Favorites


Sponsors

Privacy Policy \| Contact us
Powered By: The Article Friendly article publishing script for php & Mysql