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On the banks of the river stood Running Bear, |
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Young Indian brave. |
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On the other side of the river stood his lovely Indian maid. |
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Little White Dove was her name. |
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Such a lovely sight to see. |
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But their tribes fought with each other |
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So their love could never be. |
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Running Bear, loved Little White Dove |
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With a love as big as the sky. |
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Running Bear, loved Little White Dove |
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With a love that wouldn't die. |
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He couldn't swim the ragging river |
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'Cos the river was too wide. |
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He couldn't reach his Little White Dove |
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Waiting on the other side. |
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In the moonlight he could see her |
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Blowing kisses across the waves. |
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Her little heart was beating faster |
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Waiting there for her brave. |
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Running Bear, loved Little White Dove |
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With a love as big as the sky. |
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Running Bear, loved Little White Dove |
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With a love that wouldn't die. |
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Running Bear dove in the water. |
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Little White Dove did the same. |
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And they swam out to each other |
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Through the swirling stream they came. |
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As their hands touched and their lips met |
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The ragging river pulled them down. |
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Now they'll always be together in that happy hunting ground |
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Running Bear, loved Little White Dove |
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With a love as big as the sky. |
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Running Bear, loved Little White Dove |
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With a love that wouldn't die. |
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Running Bear, loved Little White Dove |
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With a love as big as the sky. |
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Running Bear, loved Little White Dove |
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With a love that wouldn't die. |
