A
    Aurora borealis, the icy sky at night,
     D                          A
    paddles cut the water in a long and hurried flight,
               E         G           D          A
    from the white man       to the fields of green,
            E            G          D     A
    in the homeland          we've never seen.

         A
   They killed us in our tepee, they cut our women down,
          D                            A
    they might have left some babies cryin' on the ground,
              E          G             D      A
    but the firesticks        and the wagons come,
             E             G           D       A
    and the night falls        on the setting sun.

          A
    They massacred the buffalo, Kitty corner from the bank,
     D                              A
    taxis run across my feet and my eyes have turned to blanks,
           E             G          D           A
    in my little box         at the top of the stairs,
             E            G         D         A
    with my Indian rug        and a pipe to share.

       A
    I wish I was a trapper, I would give a thousand pelts
         D                        A
    to sleep with Pocahontas and find out how she felt,
            E          G            D          A
    in the mornin'          on the fields of green,
            E          G          D     A
    in the homeland        we've never seen.

         A
    And maybe Marlon Brando will be there by the fire,
          D                                     A
    we'll sit and talk about Hollywood and the good things there for hire,
                E         G             D      A
    like the Astrodome        and the first tepee,
             E         G          D         A
    Marlon Brando,           Pocahontas and me,
             E         G          D         A
    Marlon Brando,           Pocahontas and me.
         E     G D A
    Pocahontas.