Broken Rainbow Lyrics - Singles - Laura Nyro

The old people of the earth 

Tell stories 

An old woman 

Of the old ways 

She said 

"I recall my joy 

In better days" 

the young warriors 

Of the open rainbow 

Said, "tell me, is it true? 

Tell me—do some live 

Out of bags and rags 

In the cities too? 

Is it true?" 

At the edge where I live 

Home sweet home 

America 

the earth ones 

They said, "our religion 

Is in these lands and skies 

Sweet Mother 

Our land's gone 

To modern worlds 

Modern lies" 

"the earthways 

And the new ecology 

You know, we were the first 

Believe me 

We will be the last 

To keep the light 

For the earth" 

At the edge where I live 

Home sweet home 

America 

Native American Nation 

Caught in the devastation 

An endless situation 

What can I do? 

The ghost of prejudice 

Cuts through the moonglow 

Poet on a crying page— 

Broken Rainbow 

Broken Rainbow 

Home sweet home 

America