Red Wing

Transcript

Red Wings sung by Frederick H. Potter, Edison Records. There once lived an Indian maid, A shy little prairie maid, Who sang all day a love song. Gay as on the plains she'd while away the day, She loved a warrior bold, This child is a maid of old, but brave and gay, he rode one day to battle far away.

This shy little maid of old. Now the moon shines tonight on pretty Red Wing. The breeze is sighing, the night bird crying, for a fine eagle saw her bravest sleeping, while Red Wing's weeping her heart away.

away. Now the moon shines tonight on pretty Red Wing, the breeze is sighing, the night birds crying, for a funny to start her bravest sleeping, while Red Wing's weeping her heart away. She watched for him day and night, she kept all the campfire bright, and under the And under the sky, each night, she would lie and dream about his coming by and by.

But when all the braves returned, the heart of Red Wing yearned. For far, far away, her warrior gay fell bravely in the prey. Now the moon shines tonight, and pretty Red Wing, the breeze is sighing, the night bird's crying.

The nightbird's crying, the nightbird's crying, for upon ease is now her bravest sleeping, while red wings weeping her heart away. Now the moon shines tonight on pretty Red Wing, the breeze is sighing, the nightbird's crying, for upon ease is now her bravest sleeping, while red wings weeping her heart away. The maidens are her bravest sleeping, While red wings weeping her heart away!

Transcribed by AI from the recording above. These are noisy hundred-year-old cylinders, so expect misheard words and the occasional invented line — trust your ears over the text.