Songs » Indian Roses
On the day of the celebration
Many takers were there
There were those of the forgotten nation
In long black hair
They were coming to behold
And reminisce the time of old
Underneath the Indian Roses was the gold.
They paved the road with Indian Roses
They paved the road with Indian Roses
They paved the road with Indian Roses
And drove away.
The people gathered in modern devotion
And filled their eyes
On the ground feathered dancers in motion
Made for display
Seven women under a loom
Weave along the afternoon
Underneath the Indian Roses was the moon.
They laid her soul on Indian Roses
They laid her soul on Indian Roses
They laid her soul on Indian Roses
And walked away
And walked away
And walked away!
They laid her soul on Indian Roses
They laid her soul on Indian Roses
They laid her soul on Indian Roses
And walked away.
Then came the sound of galloping horses
Which turned the heads
Ceremonial dancers and singers
“Let’s rest,” they said.
Saddled high the mountain men,
Smiled down at the ruin
They’d stolen Indian Roses from the moon.
They sold the people Indian Roses
They sold the people Indian Roses
They sold the people Indian Roses
And rode away. And rode away. And rode away.