Oh Indian, Old Indian,
You Navajo talker
With your words unknown
A language lost to those pale ivory devils
With the coarse yellow manes
They came in believing they
Could tame your wild heart
Beating beyond ages and
Derailing decayed cities
Buildings burn by your name
And you go with the wind
Oh Indian, Old Indian
You have ghosts dancing in your eyes
Tracing trails of tears
Down your war-ravaged cheeks
Enchanting oracles and psychic chasms
Into smoke on the water
Caught on fire
Humming a lullaby about a wolf's lonesome cry
Frozen nights and woven dreams
Oh Indian, Old Indian
You carve hearts, revealing blood
Tasting of magic deaths
And one thousand lives silenced
With one war whoop
A river runs through you
It is and was again an eternal
Thing with a passion one
Could only imagine
Fly away by the feathers of your headdress
An ancient Icarus
Oh Indian, Old Indian
When will you return again?
Jun 19, 2012
Jun 19, 2012 at 12:35 AM UTC
Oh Indian, Old Indian,
You Navajo talker
With your words unknown
A language lost to those pale ivory devils
With the coarse yellow manes
They came in believing they
Could tame your wild heart
Beating beyond ages and
Derailing decayed cities
Buildings burn by your name
And you go with the wind
Oh Indian, Old Indian
You have ghosts dancing in your eyes
Tracing trails of tears
Down your war-ravaged cheeks
Enchanting oracles and psychic chasms
Into smoke on the water
Caught on fire
Humming a lullaby about a wolf's lonesome cry
Frozen nights and woven dreams
Oh Indian, Old Indian
You carve hearts, revealing blood
Tasting of magic deaths
And one thousand lives silenced
With one war whoop
A river runs through you
It is and was again an eternal
Thing with a passion one
Could only imagine
Fly away by the feathers of your headdress
An ancient Icarus
Oh Indian, Old Indian
When will you return again?