REDWING 1907 |
THERE ONCE WAS AN INDIAN MAID,
A SHY LITTLE PRAIRIE MAID,
WHO SANG ALL DAY A LOVE SONG GAY
AS THROUGH THE FIELDS
SHE’D WHILE THE HOURS AWAY.
SHE LOVED A WARRIOR BOLD,
THIS SHY LITTLE MAID OF OLD.
BUT THEN ONE DAY HE RODE AWAY
TO BATTLE FAR AWAY.
CHORUS
OH, THE MOON SHINES TONIGHT
ON PRETTY RED WING,
THE BREEZE IS SIGHING,
THE NIGHT BIRDS CRYING.
FOR FAR, FAR AWAY
HER BRAVE IS DYING,
WHILE RED WING’S CRYING,
CRYING HER HEART AWAY.
SHE WATCHED FOR HIM DAY AND NIGHT,
SHE KEPT THE CAMPFIRES BRIGHT,
AND UNDER THE SKY,
EACH NIGHT SHE WOULD LIE
AND DREAM ABOUT HIS
COMING BY-AND-BY.
BUT WHEN ALL THE BRAVES RETURNED,
THE HEART OF RED WING YEARNED,
FOR FAR, FAR AWAY
HER WARRIOR BOLD
HAD FALLEN BRAVELY IN THE FRAY.
REPEAT CHORUS
