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Red Wing - Slim Whitman
There once was 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
This shy little maid of old
But brave and gay he rode one day
To battle far away
Now the moon shines tonight on pretty Red Wing
The breeze is sighing while red wing's crying
For afar 'neath his star her brave is sleeping
While Red Wing's weeping her heart away
The moon shines tonight on pretty Red Wing
The breeze is sighing while red wing's crying
For afar 'neath his star her brave is sleeping
While Red Wing's weeping her heart away
And now that the 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
This shy little maid of old
But brave and gay he rode one day
To battle far away
Now the moon shines tonight on pretty Red Wing
The breeze is sighing while red wing's crying
For afar 'neath his star her brave is sleeping
While Red Wing's weeping her heart away
