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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.
