There once lived an Indian maid, A shy little Indian maid,
Who sang a lay , a love song gay.
As over the plain she'd while the time away;
She loved a warrior bold, This shy little maid of old.
But blyth and gay he rode one day to battle far away.
Chor: Now the moon shines tonight on pretty Red Wing,
The Breezes sighing, the night birds crying;
While far beneath the stars her brave is sleeping,
Poor Red Wing weeping her heart away.
She watched through day and night, she kept the campfire bright.
While under the sky each night she would lie,
And dream about his coming by and by;
But when the braves returned, The heart of Red Wing yearned'
For brave one day her warrior gay fell bravely in the fray.