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 tepee   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 setting sun      They massacred the buffalo   Kitty corner from the bank   The 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 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      And maybe Marlon Brando   Will be there by the fire   We'll sit and talk about Hollywood   And the good things there for hire   Like the Astrodome and the first tepee      Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me   Pocahontas