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.