A sentimental ballad whose tune was used for Woody Guthrie's "Union Maid."
There once lived an Indian Maid,
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 the 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.