[00:00.000] 作词 : John, Taupin
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Bernie Taupin & Elton John
[00:00.00]Indian Sunset -Elton John （尔顿·约翰）
[00:11.397]As I awoke this evening with
[00:14.213]The smell of wood smoke clinging
[00:17.884]Like a gentle cobweb hanging
[00:21.447]Upon a painted tepee
[00:25.978]Oh I went to see my chieftain
[00:29.23]With my warlance and my woman
[00:33.200]For he told us that the yellow moon would
[00:37.53]Very soon be leaving
[00:42.155]This I can't believe I said
[00:45.632]I can't believe our warlords dead
[00:50.835]Oh he would not leave the chosen ones
[00:54.544]To the buzzards and the soldiers guns
[00:59.536]Oh great father of the iroquois
[01:04.134]Ever since I was young
[01:09.390]I've read the writing of the smoke
[01:12.893]And breast fed on the sound of drums
[01:18.287]I've learned to hurl the tomahawk
[01:21.844]And ride a painted pony wild
[01:26.830]To run the gauntlet of the sioux
[01:30.438]To make a chieftains daughter mine
[01:35.558]And now you ask that I should watch
[01:38.926]The red mans race be slowly crushed
[01:44.55]What kind of words are these to hear
[01:47.447]From yellow dog whom white man fears
[02:38.424]I take only what is mine lord
[02:44.544]My pony my squaw and my child
[02:52.468]I can't stay to see you die along
[03:00.588]With my tribes pride
[03:07.02]I go to search for the yellow moon
[03:11.988]And the fathers of our sons
[03:18.837]Where the red sun sinks in the hills
[03:23.199]Of gold and the healing waters run
[03:37.371]Trampling down the prairie rose
[03:44.334]Leaving hoof tracks in the sand
[03:51.297]Those who wish to follow me
[03:58.754]I welcome with my hands
[04:05.710]I heard from passing renegades geronimo was dead
[04:17.381]Hed been laying down his weapons
[04:24.281]When they filled him full of lead
[05:18.302]Now there seems no reason
[05:20.572]Why I should carry on
[05:25.648]In this land that once was my land
[05:29.462]I can't find a home
[05:32.662]It's lonely and it's quiet
[05:36.204]And the horse soldiers are coming
[05:39.661]And I think it's time
[05:41.725]I strung my bow
[05:43.582]And ceased my senseless running
[05:49.18]For soon I'll find the yellow moon
[05:52.571]Along with my loved ones
[05:55.832]Where the buffalos graze in clover fields
[05:59.859]Without the sound of guns
[06:03.11]And the red sun sinks at last
[06:06.820]Into the hills of gold
[06:10.217]And peace to this young warrior
[06:14.284]Comes with a bullet hole