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Thread #10065 Message #3085059
Posted By: GUEST
30-Jan-11 - 12:15 AM
Thread Name: Lyr ADD: The Renegade (Ian Tyson)-Native words
Subject: Lyr Add: THE RENEGADE (Ian Tyson)
THE RENEGADE Ian Tyson
Upon the hillside Policemen were climbing The ghost called the nightwind Her fancy to tell Dark on the slope Blood drops are drying Slipped through cold fingers The whiskey bottle fell
Ha-how-ya mother I leave you with your whiteman I curse their church that tells us That our fathers were wrong And I'll hunt my own knowledge And I'll drink my own whiskey And I'll sing until morning The old-fashioned song
Fires of the potlatch Are all scattered in their ashes Ma-sat-chie-ta-ma now is The evil ones remain And our children cannot follow The old northern ways And the bones of their fathers Are rotting in the rain
Ha-how-ya mother I leave you with your white man I curse their church that tells us That our fathers were wrong And I'll hunt my own knowledge And I'll drink my own whiskey And I'll sing until morning The old-fashioned song
Daylight came late Over high coastal mountains The renegade stood watching With his rifle by his side And he emptied his gun Up into the yellow sunrise And he ran down the hillside To the place where he died
Ha-how-ya mother I leave you with your white man I curse their church that tells us That our fathers were wrong And I'll hunt my own knowledge And I'll drink my own whiskey And I'll sing until morning The old-fashioned song