K:G There [G]once was an Indian maid, _ A [C]shy little prarie [G]maid, _ Who [C]sang a lay, a [G]love song gay, As [A]on the plain she'd [D]while away the day. She [G]loved a warrior bold, _ This [C]shy little maid of [G]old, _ But [C]brave and gay, he [G]rode one day To [A]battle [D]far a-[G]way. {i}Chorus:{/i} {i}Now the [C]moon-shines to-night on pretty [G]Red Wing, _{/i} {i}The breeze is [D]sigh-ing, _ the night bird's [G]cry-ing, _{/i} {i}For a-[C]far 'neath his star her brave is [G]slee-ping, _{/i} {i}While Red Wing's [D]wee-ping _ her heart a-[G]way. _ _ _{/i} She [G]watched for him day and night, _ She [C]kept all the campfires [G]bright, _ And [C]under the sky, each [G]night she would lie, And [A]dream a-bout his [D]coming by and by; But [G]when all the braves re-turned, _ The [C]heart of Red Wing [G]yearned, _ For [C]far, far a-way, her [G]warrior gay, Fell [A]bravely [D]in the [G]fray. {i}Chorus{/i}