Beneath the light of a bright starry night
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.
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,