Run To The Hills
(Harris)
White man came across the sea
He brought us pain & misery
He killed our tribes, he killed our creed
He took our game for his own need
We fought him hard we fought him well
Out on the plains we gave him hell
But many came too much for Cree
Oh will we ever be set free?
Riding through dustclouds & barren wastes
Galloping hard on the plains
Chasing the redskins back to their holes
Fighting them at their own game
Murder for freedom a stab in the back
Women & children & cowards attack
Run to the hills run for your lives
Run to the hills run for your lives
Soldier blue on the barren wastes
Hunting & killing their game
Raping the women & wasting the men
The only good Indians are tame
Selling them whisky & taking their gold
Enslaving the young & destroying the old
Run to the hills run for your lives
(repeat to end)
