Kerry Mills - Red wing

^GThere once was an Indian maid, A s^Chy little prairie ^Gmaid, Who s^Cang away, a lo^Gve song gay, As o^Dn the plain she'd while away the day; She lo^Gved a warrior bold, This s^Chy little maid of o^Gld, But br^Cave and gay, he ro^Gde one day To ba^Dttle far away.

Now, the mo^Con shines tonight on pretty Red ^GWing The breeze is sigh^Ding, the night bird's cr^Gying, For afar ^C'neath his star her brave is sle^Geping, While Red Wing's wee^Dping her heart aw^Gay.

She wat^Gched for him day and night, She ke^Cpt all the campfires br^Gight, And un^Cder the sky, each ni^Gght she would lie, And dr^Deam about his coming by and by; But wh^Gen all the braves returned, The hea^Crt of Red Wing year^Gned, For f^Car, far away, her war^Grior gay, Fell bra^Dvely in the fray

Now, the mo^Con shines tonight on pretty Red ^GWing The breeze is sigh^Ding, the night bird's cr^Gying, For afar ^C'neath his star her brave is sle^Geping, While Red Wing's wee^Dping her heart aw^Gay.

Now, the mo^Con shines tonight on pretty Red ^GWing The breeze is sigh^Ding, the night bird's cr^Gying, For afar ^C'neath his star her brave is sle^Geping, While Red Wing's wee^Dping her heart aw^Gay.

Po^Gor Little R^Fed Wing's weep^Cing her he^Dart aw^Gay.