Kate Wolf - Jenny wind

Her ^Amfather was a man who knew no ^Emfences Her ^Ammother was a woman of the ^Emtrail But ^AmJenny Wind was ^Emborn into a^F new world ^G7When the white man ^Ccame

^AmJenny was taught the ^Emold ways And she ^Amlearned to speak her father's ^Emtongue When she ^Fdied, she was one of the ^Clast ones And the ^G7earth covered up her ^Cbones

^AmJenny Wind was born a ^Emwild thing A ^Amsister to coyote and the ^Emsun But they ^Amgave her a ^Emdress of ^Fcalico And they ^G7named her Jenny ^CWind

But the ^Amwhite man's ways, they followed ^Emher She was ^Amburied 'neath a marker made of ^Emstone And on her ^Fgrave they carved her ^Cpretty name ^G7"Here lies the ^F7Indian, Jenny ^CWind"

^FBut they say her ^G7soul flies ^Cfree ^FCaring for the ^G7weary and the ^Clost ^AmIn the forest deep and ^Fquiet All a^G7round the grave of Jenny ^CWind

^AmI met Jenny on a summer ^Emnight ^AmWalking in the Placer ^EmCounty I ^Amstumbled on her ^Emgrave in the ^Fforest there ^G7So all alone and ^Cstill

I ^Amwondered if she cared that I ^Emfound her ^AmLying so hidden and a^Emlone I ^Fwondered who she was before they ^Cnamed her "The ^G7Indian, Jenny ^CWind"

The ^Amsilence grew till it ^Emtouched me And ^Amheld me like the words upon the ^Emstone And ^Amfor the first ^Emtime I was a^Ffraid ^G7I would not find my way ^Chome

I ^Amran from her as the night grew ^Emdarker I ^Amdropped my glasses and I took a ^Emfall Lost and ^Fblind, somehow I ^Cfound them Lying ^G7folded on her grave so ^Csmall

And I ^Fbelieve that her ^G7soul flies ^Cfree And it ^Fcares for the ^G7weary and the ^Clost ^AmIn the forest deep and ^Fquiet All a^G7round the grave of Jenny ^CWind