[NATIVES]
Hega hega ya-hi-ye-hega
Ya-hi-ye-ne-he hega
Hega hega ya-hi-ye-hega
Ya-hi-ye-ne-he hega

[POCAHONTAS]
I know the paths my people walk
They're old and smooth and good
Why do I pick a different path
To follow through the wood?

And I know the songs my people sing
They're pure and true and strong
Why does my heart keep echoing
A new and different song?
Am I doing something wrong?

I hear a different drummer playing in my hеad
Why can't I hear the beat my brothеr hears instead?
Sometimes I wonder if
I'll dance right off a cliff
From dancing to a different drummer

I hear a different drummer playing, sweet and loud
I make my father laugh, but can I make him proud
Or will I always be
As useless as a flea?
As flighty as a bee in summer
From dancing to a different drummer
He ya, he ya
My sister Moon is shining bright
He ya, he ya
Why do I see things in a different light?

[Instrumental]

[GRANDMOTHER WILLOW]
You hear a different drummer, daughter, I agree
But child, your music doesn't sound so strange to me
In fact, from where I stand
I hope it fills the land
Many a winter and a summer

[POCAHONTAS]
Then why am I the only dancer
Who's dancing to a different drummer?

I want to see my father's eyes
Smile at me with pride
I want to know when he's feeling lost
I can be his guide
But does it mean I have to change
Who I am inside?

[GRANDMOTHER WILLOW]
Meanwhile there's nothing you can do
Except to go on being you
[POCAHONTAS & GRANDMOTHER WILLOW]
Except to go on dancing to a different drummer