Indian Sunset 歌词

歌曲	Indian Sunset
歌手	Elton John
专辑	Madman Across The Water
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	作曲 : Bernie Taupin & Elton John
	作词 : John, Taupin
	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 warlord's deadOh, he would not leave the chosen onesTo the buzzards and the soldiers' guns"
	Oh, Great
	Father of the
	IroquoisEver since,
	I was young
	I've read the writing of the smoke
	And breastfed on the sound of drums
	I've learned to hurl the tomahawk
	And ride a painted pony wild
	To run the gantlet of the
	SiouxTo 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 a white man fears?
	I take only what is mine,
	LordMy pony, my squaw, and my child
	Oh, I can't stay here to see you die
	Along with my tribe's 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 healin' waters run
	Tramplin' down the prairie rose
	Leavin' hoof tracks in the sand
	Those who wish to follow me
	I welcome with my hands
	I heard from passin' renegades
	Geronimo was dead
	He'd been layin' 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 comin'
	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

	zuo qu : Bernie Taupin Elton John
	zuo ci : John, Taupin
	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 warlord' s deadOh, he would not leave the chosen onesTo the buzzards and the soldiers' guns"
	Oh, Great
	Father of the
	IroquoisEver since,
	I was young
	I' ve read the writing of the smoke
	And breastfed on the sound of drums
	I' ve learned to hurl the tomahawk
	And ride a painted pony wild
	To run the gantlet of the
	SiouxTo 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 a white man fears?
	I take only what is mine,
	LordMy pony, my squaw, and my child
	Oh, I can' t stay here to see you die
	Along with my tribe' s 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 healin' waters run
	Tramplin' down the prairie rose
	Leavin' hoof tracks in the sand
	Those who wish to follow me
	I welcome with my hands
	I heard from passin' renegades
	Geronimo was dead
	He' d been layin' 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 comin'
	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

	zuò qǔ : Bernie Taupin Elton John
	zuò cí : John, Taupin
	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 warlord' s deadOh, he would not leave the chosen onesTo the buzzards and the soldiers' guns"
	Oh, Great
	Father of the
	IroquoisEver since,
	I was young
	I' ve read the writing of the smoke
	And breastfed on the sound of drums
	I' ve learned to hurl the tomahawk
	And ride a painted pony wild
	To run the gantlet of the
	SiouxTo 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 a white man fears?
	I take only what is mine,
	LordMy pony, my squaw, and my child
	Oh, I can' t stay here to see you die
	Along with my tribe' s 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 healin' waters run
	Tramplin' down the prairie rose
	Leavin' hoof tracks in the sand
	Those who wish to follow me
	I welcome with my hands
	I heard from passin' renegades
	Geronimo was dead
	He' d been layin' 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 comin'
	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

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