INDIAN MAN
(Rosemary Woods)

Indian man in a white man's train
I'm a stranger in your land
Yet you seem to be a little bit like me
As you sit with your head in your hand
And the face I see speaks clear to me
The language of the passing years,
Of the countless springs and winters,
Of the endless joys and tears.

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And where is your horse and where is your pony,
And where are all your friends?
Are you waiting to see them, just like me,
When this journey ends?

Indian man in a white man's world
It must be hard to live;
We put you into corners where you could not breathe
Then expected you to forgive.
And you sit next to me on this train
And your silence speaks to me,
Enclosed in a frame of iron,
How can a bird be free?

Indian Man, your simple ways
Have taught my soul to search
For the many trails that you wandered down
When you lived at peace with the earth.
Now some of us think it strange today
Just to live the way you do,
Respecting each and everything,
But mostly me and you.

Indian Man, there'll come a time
We'll give you back your land,
When we've stripped it of all its beauty
And we've taken about all that we can.
Oh, Indian Man, it'll be too late;
With sore eyes we'll look back and see
That the old ways were the best ways
For nature, for you, for me.