Lonely Silver Dove sweet Apache maid.
Lonely Silver Dove sweet Apache maid.
#1.
Alone, all alone, by the campfire she
dreamed of her love, her delight.
Away, far away, on the prairie her love,
Golden Hawk, shared the night.
Sometimes at night with the moon he would come
sweet were the moments they shared.
But with the dawn he was gone with the sun.
#2.
A smoke sign arose from the prairie a breeze
sighed a sad mournful song.
The brave Golden Hawk had departed had gone to
that Great, Great Beyond.
Sometimes at night when there's rain in the sky
she hears her love high above.
He and his pony go thundering by
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.