Redwing - Slim Dusty

There once was an Indian maid,\nA shy little prairie maid,\nWho sang a lay, a love song gay,\nAs on the plain she whiled away the day;\nShe loved her warrior bold,\nThis shy little maid of old,\nwho brave and gay, one day rode away\nTo a battle far away.\nNow, the moon shines tonight on pretty Redwing\nThe breeze is sighing, the night bird’s crying,\nFor afar 'neath the stars her brave is sleeping,\nWhile Redwing’s weeping her heart away.\nInstrumental\nShe watched for him day and night,\nShe kept the campfires bright,\nAs under the sky, each night she would lie,\nAnd dream about his coming by and by;\nBut when the braves returned,\nOh the heart of Redwing yearned,\nFor far, far away, her warrior gay,\nFell bravely in the fray.\nNow, the moon shines tonight on pretty Redwing\nThe breeze is sighing, the night bird’s crying,\nFor afar 'neath the stars her brave is sleeping,\nWhile Redwing’s weeping her heart away.\nNow, the moon shines tonight on pretty Redwing\nThe breeze is sighing, the night bird’s crying,\nFor afar 'neath the stars her brave is sleeping,\nWhile Redwing’s weeping her heart away