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Red Wing

  Words by Thurland Chattaway

Music by Kerry Mills

Written 1907

My Grandmother taught me this song when I was a small child.

It has a very special meaning to me.

There once lived 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,
The shy little maid of old,
But brave and gay,
He rode one day to battle far away.

Chorus:

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.
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.

She watched for him day and night,
She kept all 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 gay,
Fell bravely in the fray 

Chorus:

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.
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.

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