There once lived an Indian maid, A shy little Indian maid,
Who sang a lay , a love song gay.
As over the plain she'd while the time away;
She loved a warrior bold, This shy little maid of old.
But blyth and gay he rode one day to battle far away.
Chor: Now the moon shines tonight on pretty Red Wing,
The Breezes sighing, the night birds crying;
While far beneath the stars her brave is sleeping,
Poor Red Wing weeping her heart away.
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She watched through day and night, she kept the campfire bright.
While under the sky each night she would lie,
And dream about his coming by and by;
But when the braves returned, The heart of Red Wing yearned'
For brave one day her warrior gay fell bravely in the fray.
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