REDWING
There once lived an Indian maid a shy little prairie maid
Who sang a lay a love song gay
As on the ground 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 a battle far away
Now the moon shines tonight on pretty Redwing
The breeze is sighing the nightbird's crying
For beneath his star her brave is sleeping
While Redwing is weeping her life away
She watched for him day and night and kept the campfires bright
And underneath the sky each night
She'd lie and dream about his coming by and by
But when all the braves returned the heart of Redwing yearned
For far away her warrior gay fell bravely in the fray