The spring breeze began the
beautiful grasses blow An Indian girl named
Summer looks out o’er the land she knows Her
Indian bronze color was a sight to see The
warrior that won her hand would oh so lucky
be
Any of the young men would
have loved to hold her near But the heart of
the Indian maiden was set far away from
here Summer longed for a glimpse in the
distant hills above For a young and handsome
cowboy and a sweet forbidden love
The white man and the
Indians were very much at war Her Indian
tribe knew nothing of the one she’s longing
for His auburn hair pulled together and tied
close at the back Long and flowing as he rode
from behind his hat
Oh what a wonderful site
that her eyes could behold The holster he
wore on his side shown like the purest
gold Summer loved what she saw and pondered
it in her mind The love known only to her and
God was the purest kind
The silence was broken by
gunshot and the terror began Spears and
arrows mixed with shots would it ever
end? When at last the smoke had cleared from
behind a log she gazed So much pain and dying
to this she was amazed
Lying in an open field was
a sight that caught her eye The black
stallion had been brought down and she began to
cry The auburn haired soldier was lying very
still Summer the Indian maiden ran to him at
will
She knelt down beside him
to determine his fate Just to touch him at
last but was it all too late She raised his
head and cradled him and cried Slowly oh so
slowly he opened up his eyes
No one was there to stop
her and she poured out her heart Of how much
she loved him and hoped they’d never part The
soldier’s heart quickened he had always loved
her too But he thought it was hopeless and
his dreams would not come true
They both arose with
renewed strength and they walked hand in
hand They would always be together no matter
what people said They found a lone Palomino
tethered up tight Together they rode away far
into the night
It may turn cold or damp
and rain out on the prairie dark But it’ll
always be Indian summer in that cowboy’s
heart A love as theirs that lasts for a
lifetime is of the rarest kind When Indian
summer the Indian girl had a cowboy on her
mind
