Run To The Hills

The white man came across the sea, he brought us pain and misery

He killed our tribes he killed our creed, he took our game for his own need

We fought him hard we fought him well, out on the plains we gave him hell

But many came to much for Cree, oh will we ever be set free?

Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes, galloping hard on the plains

Chasing the redskins back to their holes, fighting them at their own game

Murder for freedom the stab in the back, women and children and cowards attack

Run to the hills, run for your lives

Run to the hills, run for your lives

Soldiers blue in the barren wastes, hunting and killing the game

Raping the women and wasting the men, the only good Indians are tame

Selling them whiskey and taking their gold, enslaving the young and destroying the old

Run to the hills, run for your lives

Run to the hills, run for your lives

(2:12-Solo: Dave Murray)

Run to the hills, run for your lives

Run to the hills, run for your lives