| 歌曲 | Words Of Fire, Deeds Of Blood |
| 歌手 | Robbie Robertson |
| 专辑 | Music For The Native Americans |
| 作词 : Robertson | |
| Perhaps you think the creator has sent you here to dispose of us as you see fit | |
| If I thought you were sent by the creator | |
| I might be induced to think you had a right to dispose of me | |
| Do not misunderstand me | |
| But understand me fully with reference to my affection for the land | |
| I never said the land was mine to do with as I choose | |
| The one who has a right to dispose of it is the one who has created it | |
| I claim a right to live on my land | |
| And accord you the previlege to return to yours | |
| Brother we have listened to your talk | |
| Coming from our father the great White Chief at Washington | |
| And my people have called upon me to reply to you | |
| And in the winds which pass through these aged pines | |
| We hear the moanings of their departed ghosts | |
| And if the voice of our people could have been heard | |
| That act would never have been done | |
| But alas though they stood around they could neither be seen nor heard | |
| Their tears fell like drops of rain | |
| I hear my voice in the depths of the forest | |
| But no answering voice comes back to me | |
| All is silent around me | |
| My words therefore must be few | |
| I can now say no more | |
| He is silent for he has nothing to answer when the sun goes down |
| zuò cí : Robertson | |
| Perhaps you think the creator has sent you here to dispose of us as you see fit | |
| If I thought you were sent by the creator | |
| I might be induced to think you had a right to dispose of me | |
| Do not misunderstand me | |
| But understand me fully with reference to my affection for the land | |
| I never said the land was mine to do with as I choose | |
| The one who has a right to dispose of it is the one who has created it | |
| I claim a right to live on my land | |
| And accord you the previlege to return to yours | |
| Brother we have listened to your talk | |
| Coming from our father the great White Chief at Washington | |
| And my people have called upon me to reply to you | |
| And in the winds which pass through these aged pines | |
| We hear the moanings of their departed ghosts | |
| And if the voice of our people could have been heard | |
| That act would never have been done | |
| But alas though they stood around they could neither be seen nor heard | |
| Their tears fell like drops of rain | |
| I hear my voice in the depths of the forest | |
| But no answering voice comes back to me | |
| All is silent around me | |
| My words therefore must be few | |
| I can now say no more | |
| He is silent for he has nothing to answer when the sun goes down |