run little indian while you can while we set our camp how can hair be black, black like the ocean's back slip back in the night, back behind the light run little indian, run away while we're all asleep how can skin be clean, clean like the river's sheen yes little indian yes you should turn and face your own woods slip back in the night back behind the light run little indian while you can while our fires die how can eyes be wide, wide open like the sky know little indian we are fast and our guns are faster go back in the night good luck and good-bye