December 9, 2010

Wooden Indian

I was a red man, I was proud, I was strong.
You were the white man and you stole away my home.
Now I am a wooden Indian, painted dreams inside my head.
Times the way you bring me down make me wish that I was dead.

I was a red man, in my passing made no sound.
You were the white man and you drove me in the ground.
Now I am a wooden Indian standing silent in the rain.
I swear by my grandfather’s father, we’re gonna rise again.

I was a red man, I was proud, I was strong.
You were the white man and you stole away my home.
Now I am a wooden Indian standing silent in the rain.
I swear by my grandfather’s father, we’re gonna rise again.

(written by John Denver)

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