Native Son

Written by：Bryan Adams/Jim Vallance

I've seen many moons through these wrinkled eyes

The years have made me old

But they've made me wise

Now the white man lives where our rivers run

For now better days have passed

We walk the streets of broken glass

Our people vanished as snow

Before the summer sun

Like dogs we were driven from this place

Such injustice time will not erase

All these changes cannot be undone

When you feel the anger inside of you

Hold your head high let your aim be true

Though your heart beats like a drum

My native son

Once there was a time my little one

Before the wagons

Before the soldiers guns

When this land was ours as far as the eagle flies

No white flag

No broken truce

With few words one can speak the truth

I don't hear it

Time won't heal it now

With each new day that comes to pass

Will the great spirit free us all at last

He said we were the chosen ones

For all we had there's nothing left

We won't forgive

We can't forget

You know that your day will come

My native son

My native son

With each new day that comes to pass

Will the great spirit free us all at last

He said we were the chosen ones

When I was young

Not yet a man

The sun rose and set upon our land

We were the chosen ones

My native son

My native son

My native son

Though your heart beats like a drum

My native son