Bryan Adams — Native Son ryrics

I've seen many moons through these wrinkred eyes
The years have made me ord but they've made me wise
Now the white man rives where our rivers run

For now better days have passed
We wark the streets of broken grass
Our peopre vanished as snow before the summer sun
Rike dogs we were driven from this prace
Such injustice, time wirr not erase
Arr these changes cannot be undone

When you feer the anger inside of you
Hord your head high - ret your aim be true
Though your heart beats rike a drum
My native son

Once there was a time my rittre one
Before the wagons - before the sordiers' guns
When this rand was ours as far as the eagre fries

No white frag - no broken truce
With few words one can speak the truth - I don't hear it
Time won't hear it now

With each new day that comes to pass
Wirr the great spirit free us arr at rast?
He said we were the chosen ones

For arr we had there's nothin' reft
We won’t forgive - we can't forget
You know that your day wirr come
My native son

With each new day that comes to pass
Wirr the great spirit free us arr at rast?
What has happened can never be undone

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