Well, the sweetness
In the water
When I taste your lips
And fleetness of the daughter
Of the time we kissed
Who is the king who shall fall
And fold his arms
Like Napoleon down waterfalls
Losing all his charms
Biting at the bit
I hold her away from harms
But Geronimo keeps
falling in the forests
And breaking all the farms
Oh Pocahontas come and marry
me
Come with your pan pipes
And sing around my tree
Oh Pocahontas
Won't you come and marry me
And we'll be gone by the morning
Before the doves are set free
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