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Running
Bear
by J.P. Richardson
On the banks of the river, stood Running Bear, young Indian brave.
On the other side of
the river stood a 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.
Chorus: Oh, Running Bear loves Little White Dove with a love big as the sky.
Oh, Running Bear
loves Little White Dove with a love that'll never die.
They couldn't swim
the raging river, because the river was too wide.
He couldn't reach
his Little White Dove waiting on the other side.
In the moonlight he
could see her blowing kisses cross the waves.
Her little heart was
beating faster waiting for her brave.
Running Bear dived
in the water, Little White Dove did the same.
As they swam towards
each other through the swirling waves they came.
As their hands
touched and their lips met, the raging river pulled them down.
Now they'll always
be together in that happy hunting ground.
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