Beneath the light of a bright starry night
But sweeter, dearer, yes dearer far than those
Down in the Old Cherry Orchard, Under the Old Cherry Tree,
If I was a sinner, I'll tell you what I would do,
I'm working on a building, I'm working on a building,
My latest sun is sinking fast, my race is nearly run.
My pretty Snow Deer, say you will go, dear.
Now the moonshines tonight on pretty Red Wing, _
Oh come angel band come and around me stand.
O, sweet is the Vale where the Mohawk gently glides
Sweet Snow Deer mine, moon's ashine thro' the pines,
There once was an Indian maid, _
There was a dusky little maid
We will be dreaming by campfires gleaming,
Your voice is ringing, my Silver Bell,