Run to the Hills Lyrics

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 then he came too 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 games
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 our game
Raping our women and wasting our men
The only good Injuns are tame
Selling their whiskey and taking their gold
Slaving the young and destroying the old

Run to the hills!
Run for your lives!
Run to the hills!
Run for your lives!

Run to the hills!
Run for your lives!
Run to the hills!
Run for your lives!
Run to the hills!
Run for your lives!
Run to the hills!
Run for your lives!