A popular song from 1911.
Words by Wm. R. Clay.
Music by Chas. L. Johnson.
Sheet music provided by Nicholas Leunissen:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
1. There was a dusky little maid
In a lonely glade sang a serenade
Came a warrior true, every night to woo
He would softly coo, I love you
On bended knee so faithfully
He would ever be pleading earnestly
Be my pretty bride , o’er the prairies ride
Be my silver star
CHORUS
We will be dreaming by campfires gleaming
In lands afar
Tell me you are my silver star
We’ll go a creeping while squaw is sleeping
There will be war
If we should tarry, my silver star
2. Next morning just at break of day
They were far away, looking bright and gay
Chief was feeling blue, knew not what to do
Where they journeyed to, no one knew
One day they spied the blushing bride
On the prairies wide, riding by his side
Then he whispered low, she is mine you know
She’s my silver star