K:G Be-neath the [G]light of a [D]bright starry [G]night Sang a [D]lonely little [G]Indian maid... "No lover's [D]sweet serenade, Has ever [G]won me." As in a [G]dream, it would [D]seem, down the [G]stream, Gaily [D]paddling his [G]tiny Canoe, A chieftain [D]longing to woo, Sang her this [G]song: {i}Refrain:{/i} {i}"[C]Your voice is [F]ringing, [C]my Silver Bell,{/i} {i}[G]Under it's spell, [C]I've come to tell you of the{/i} {i}[C]love I am [F]bringing [C]O'er hill and dell,{/i} {i}[G]Happy we'll dwell, my Silver [C]Bell."{/i} For many [G]moons, many [D]spoons, many [G]tunes Woke the [D]echoes of the [G]still Summer night. As down the [D]stream gleaming bright, they floated [G]dreaming. In his Ca-[G]noe, only [D]two, sat to [G]woo, And they [D]listened to the [G]sigh of the breeze, That seemed to [D]sing in the trees, This sweet re-[G]frain: {i}Refrain{/i}