Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Nights, artist - Lee Hazlewood. Album song A House Safe For Tigers Soundtrack, in the genre Фолк-рок
Date of issue: 06.08.2012
Record label: Light in the Attic
Song language: English
The Nights |
Her skin was the color |
Of the mountains' first winter snow |
His skin was the color |
Of the hot sun summer glow |
And they met by a river called Okemah |
In an August of another time |
She fell in love with this red man |
And left her people behind |
And she learned these things |
The ways of a red man are lonely |
And his woman can expect little more |
And a day filled with hard work and sorrow |
And so she lived for |
The nights, the nights |
And they followed his tribe |
On a hard trail to the Dakotas far away |
And they hunted a big buffalo |
And they heard the old chief say |
The white man has walked here before us And killed buffalo for their hides |
And so this winter our women and children |
Will feel much hunger inside |
And she learned these things |
The ways of a red man are lonely |
And his woman can expect little more |
Than a day filled with hard work and sorrow |
And so she learns to live for |
The nights, the nights |
That winter they died by the hundreds |
The people of this red man’s tribe |
She walked the cold ground |
And cursed the white man |
Who killed buffalo for their hides |
And they buried their mothers and fathers |
And their children they loved so They prayed the son God will come soon |
And melt the Dakota snow |
The ways of a red man are lonely |
And his woman can expect little more |
Than a day filled with hard work and sorrow |
And so she learns to live for |
The nights, the nights |
And the spring came early to the Dakotas that year |
And the buffalo numbered ten times ten |
They filled their stomachs |
Made their clothes and started their lives again |
And she bore her lover boy child |
Fulfilled the promise of spring |
And from old comes new |
And new is life and life is an eternal thing |
And she learned these things |
The ways of a red man are lonely |
And his woman can expect little more |
Than a day with hard work and sorrow |
And so she learns to live for |
The nights, the nights |