Indian Sunset - Elton John (艾尔顿·约翰)
Written by：Bernie Taupin/Elton John
As I awoke this evening with the smell of wood smoke clinging
Like a gentle cobweb hanging upon a painted tepee
Oh I went to see my chieftain
With my warlance 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 warlords 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 chieftains daughter mine
And now you ask that I should watch
The red mans race be slowly crushed
What kind of words are these to hear
From yellow dog whom 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 tribes pride
I go 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
Hed 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 Ill find the yellow moon along
With my loved ones
Where the buffalos graze in 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
