Ghostdancers Songtext
von Pallas

Thin red line, it was my life
To fight for king and country
The oldies gone, the job was done
Old King George has no use for me
There were times we laughed and danced
Life was good, we loved our land
But now we starve in our backyard
The children die in their mother′s arms

We're sailing to America
On a ship of dreams
Going to start a new life
In the new world
We′re sailing to America
On a ship called Destiny
Gone to make our fortune
Where the land is free


Of this great land we fought across
To build the mighty iron horse
The red man fought with bow and lance
He paid in blood for his savage arrogance

We're spreading 'cross America
Build ourselves a dream
Come to make a new life
In the new world
The vastness of America
Shapes our destiny
Here to make our fortune
Where the land is free

And skies will burn
And hearts will break
And tears will fall
For these dreams we make
And fires will rage
And hopes will fade
Through wars we wage
Until the end of days


In a fortress called America
Shadows haunt our dreams
Poisoning the new life
In the new world
Our wayward son America
Betrayed our destiny
Threw away good fortune
Chained to a land that′s free
The land was free

White man came here long ago
He stole our land, killed our buffalo
He made us clowns in his wild west show
Ghost dancers sing, he must go