If I could not be an Indian but I could choose my clan
It’s simple which I'd chose, sir, I'd be in Ireland
Why, the way they fought the British sev'ral hundred years or more
That's the way that we fought Custer, Why, they're Indian to the core,
It’s hard lessons to the rulers when they hold a captive race
You cannot reach a man's heart when you're stepping on his face.
If I could not be an Indian but I could choose my clan
It’s simple which I'd chose, sir, I'd be in Ireland
Take away a man's religion, give him a ball and chain
Try to do things your way, the results are just the same
Therefore we feel a friendship to our brothers o’er the sea
There's no difference in betwixt us, except our enemy.
If I could not be an Indian but I could choose my clan
It’s simple which I'd chose, sir, I'd be in Ireland
It’s simple which I'd chose, sir, I'd be in Ireland
Why, the way they fought the British sev'ral hundred years or more
That's the way that we fought Custer, Why, they're Indian to the core,
It’s hard lessons to the rulers when they hold a captive race
You cannot reach a man's heart when you're stepping on his face.
If I could not be an Indian but I could choose my clan
It’s simple which I'd chose, sir, I'd be in Ireland
Take away a man's religion, give him a ball and chain
Try to do things your way, the results are just the same
Therefore we feel a friendship to our brothers o’er the sea
There's no difference in betwixt us, except our enemy.
If I could not be an Indian but I could choose my clan
It’s simple which I'd chose, sir, I'd be in Ireland
envoyé par Bernart Bartleby - 11/8/2015 - 10:05
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Parole e musica di Peter LaFarge (1931-1965)
Nel disco intitolato “On The Warpath”