RED WING



There once was an Indian maid --
A fair little Indian maid,

She loved an Indian brave
Who went to war while home she stayed,

She's waiting for his return --
Her love is tried and true,

No other lover will do,
So, what else can she do?

Now the moon shines tonight on pretty Red Wing --
Her lover was dying while she lay crying,

She still waits for the day when her
Lover from far away

Comes back again -- till then
There's no happy day.

(Maybe the girl was: Cherokee)...

by D. Edgar Murray 06/07/99.