In the twin desire of hate and yearn I been given an Indian burn First comes love and then contempt My misgivings have been well spent Oh, my heaven and stars that turn When, oh, when shall I learn? When I'm ashes in an urn Shall I be free of the Indian burn? I been sought and I been spurned I been a kept woman and I been a free bird Reconcile and then repent Been caught red-handed in the middle of it Oh, my heaven and stars that turn (My heaven and stars that turn) When, oh, when shall I learn? (When, oh, when shall I learn?) When I'm ashes in an urn Shall I be free of the Indian burn? (Of the Indian burn) Of the Indian burn (Of the Indian burn) Of the Indian Oh, my heavens and stars that turn When shall I be free of the Indian burn?