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| Indian Love Story
High in the Beautiful Mountains Yet untouched by the hands of man You may see a vision of a rider As on the very top he stands So handsome and rugged to look at Long braids and jet black hair War paint in the mark of the Cherokee With pride he’s standing there Then onto the back of his Palomino With the grace of a panther he dared The pony ran fierce and he ran fast While the wind blew the braids in his hair His heart was heavy and breaking All is lost that was to be his whole world He was hoping that someone would meet him A Young and a beautiful girl They knew that their love was forbidden For the Indian to marry the white But they were leaving that mountain forever If she’d shown up tonight Just before topping the high rise At a distance he caught sight Of his darling trying to reach him Now everything will be alright Love knows no boundaries on colors For God created all men No one ever seen the fair maiden Or the Cherokee warrior again But they say if you look up to the mountain At setting sun as now You can see him meet and embrace her Their lives was completed now Although this story was written In Eighteen ninety five I still believe that I see them As I’m gazing toward the skies Upon the pony he helped her And into the distance they ran The beautiful blond haired maiden And the handsome Cherokee man |
