There once was an Indian brave by the name of Yellow Hand
He fell in love with the maiden known as White Sand.
They vowed their love would last forever more
then came the day that they had waited for
Yellow Hand brought her a golden feather
Oooooooooh Oooh Ooooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh
Tonight, tonight, we will be one.
We?ll walk in the land of the midnight sun
Oh, White Sand, come hold my lonely hand.
Then they left the warmth of the wedding fire,
rode into the hills, climbing higher
And suddenly the snow came swirling down
They never returned from paradise
they went to their places in the skies.
And the old ones still say when the snowflakes fly
by: José Duarte