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 tepees And they cut our women down They might have left some babies Cryin' on the ground But the firesticks 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
