Written by Neil Young
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.