Run To The Hills

White man came across the sea                 Brought us pain and misery          KIlled our tribes killed our creed    Took our game for his own need       We fought him hard 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 throught dustclouds and barren wastes Galloping hard on the plain                 Chasing the redskins back to their holes Fighting them at their own game                    Murder for freedom a stab in the back Women and children and cowards attack {Refrão} Run to the hills run for your lives                  Run to the hills  run for your lives              Soldier blue on the barren wastes Hunting and killing their game                  Raping the women and wasting the men The only good Indians are tame                     Selling them whisky and taking their gold Enslaving the young and destroying the old {Solo}        (4X) {preparação para a volta do Refrão}        (4X) {Refrão}