Michele Fairbairn

Lyrics

 
Ode To The Native American (One Poor White Man’s Fantasy)
 
    © 2007 Michele Fairbairn
 
Back in the day of black and white T.V.
And those old westerns 
We used to see,
I saw someone about to scalp
Someone like me.
That’s when Daddy rescued me
From a false view of history.
 
So, we found an ancient tree,
And under its talking leaves,
My Daddy spoke
These words to me:
 
“Back when the Native American roamed the land,
He listened to the Great Spirit’s plan.
If you’ll listen just like him,
Then, your sun 
Will not go dim.
 
The Native American was true and good.
He listened to every creature in the wood.
With the Mother Earth, he was in tune.
And, with the Great Spirit he’d commune.
With the Great Spirit he’d commune.
He was brother to
The sun and moon.”
 
Now, you might ask, 
How can anyone be so without fault?
Is the sky always blue cobalt?
 
Was Daddy’s vision the reality?
Was Daddy’s vision a possibility?
Or, was it just one poor white man’s fantasy?
Fantasy,
Fantasy,
Was it just one poor white man’s fantasy?
 
The other day I walked to that same old tree,
Where my Daddy first spoke those words to me.
And, as I felt,
Daddy’s dreams still can come true.
Remember those words that he spoke to you.
 
“Back when the Native American roamed the land,
He listened to the Great Spirit’s plan.
If you’ll listen just like him,
Then, your sun 
Will not go dim.”
 
“Back when the Native American roamed the land,
He listened to the Great Spirit’s plan.
If you’ll listen just like him,
Hai ya ya ya Hai ya ya 
Hai ya ya ya Hai ya ya
Hai ya ya ya Hai ya ya
Then, your sun 
Will not go dim.”