Running Bear

			T&M: J.P. Richardson

On the bank, of the river,
stood Running Bear, young Indian brave.
On the other, side of the river,
stood his lovely Indian maid.
Little White Dove, was her name,
such a lovely sight to see.
But their tribes fought, with each other,
so their love could never be.

	Running Bear, loved Little White Dove,
	with a love big as the sky.
	Running Bear, loved Little White Dove,
	With a love that couldn't die.

He couldn't swim, the raging river,
'cause the river was too wide.
He couldn't reach the Little White Dove
waiting on the other side.
In the moonlight he could see her
throwing kisses 'cross the waves.
Her little heart was beating faster,
waiting for her Indian brave

	Running Bear, loved Little White Dove....

Running Bear, dove in the water,
little White Dove did the same.
And they swam out to each other,
through the swirling stream they came.
As their hands touched and their lips met,
the raging river pulled them down.
Now they'll always be together,
in their happy hunting ground

	Running Bear, loved Little White Dove....

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