There once was an Indian maid,
A shy little prairie maid,
Who sang a lay, a love song gay,
As on the plain she'd while away the day;
She loved a warrior bold,
This shy little maid of old,
But brave and gay, he rode one day
To battle far away.
Now, the moon shines tonight on pretty Red Wing
The breeze is sighing, the night bird's crying,
For afar 'neath his star her brave is sleeping,
While Red Wing's weeping her heart away.
I don't know why this song makes the hair rise on the back of my neck. There's a link to it in my left column/Music Links.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Posted by Joanne Cage -- Joanne Cage at 5:46 PM