Native Love Story

 From the clouds beyond the mountains
that reach up to the sky
in the heavens far above them
my native princess she does lie.
When the heavens send the snowflakes
from the skies onto the ground
They ease my mourning spirit
kissing my soul without a sound,

I remember when I first saw her
by the waters crystal clear.
By the water she was bathing
not knowing I was near
She was swimming in the waters
with the grace of the running deer
I watched her in the water

fixed upon the ground
In the silent forest glade
not a murmur not a sound

She saw that I was watching
she walked naked to the shore.
My heart she had taken
the forest creatures watched in awe
She looked into my eyes
all my love is what she saw
In the forest glade we married
We cut fingers with a knife
as our blood it flowed together
we became a Man and Wife

I carried her as a feather light
to the bearskin in my tipi
on the bearskin I had hunted
that my knife had killed for she
We lay together every moon
as she gave herself to me
The Great Spirit smiled upon us
She gave my son to me

In the winter skies the snows came
in the frozen forest down below
my Native Princess she was taken
by the Great Spirit in the sky
and now I will stay alone until the day I die

I stand by the gleaming river
with the waters crystal clear
watching the rippling water
as it washes away my tears