Текст песни Bryan Adams - Native Son

I've seen many moons through these wrinkled eyes
The years have made me old, but they 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

Bridge:
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

Bridge:
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

Solo:(same chords as verse)

BRIDGE:
With each new day that comes to pass
Will the great spirit free us all at last?
What has happened can never been undone

When I was young - not yet a man
The sun rose and set upon our land
We were the chosen ones
 -  -  - 
My native son

Repeat  -  -  -  until end