Neil Young, Promise of the Real - Pocahontas lyrics

Aurora borealis the icy sky at night
Paddles cut the water
In a long and hurried flight
From the white man to the fields of green
And the homeland we've never seen

They killed us in our tepees
And they cut our women down
They might have left some babies
Cryin' on the ground but the fire sticks
And the wagons come and the night falls
On the settin' sun

They massacred the buffalo
Kitty corner from the bank
Taxis run across my feet
And my eyes have turned to blanks
In my little box at the top of the stairs
With my Indian rug and a pipe to share

I wish I was a trapper
I would give a thousand pelts
To sleep with Pocahontas
And find out how she felt in the mornin'
On the fields of green in the homeland
We've never seen pocahontas