An Indian serenade from 1912.
Words by Alfred Bryan.
Music by Ben Ritchie.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- Far in a western glade
There lived an Indian maid
Fairest of all the tribe was she
Each morning o’er the hill
Just like the Whippoorwill
Her voice rang out with melody
‘Till one day a Cowboy passing near
Heard her song ring out so loud and clear
Lured by this magic sound he hunted till he found
This maid then whispered in her ear
Chorus
Sing on, I love to hear you
Want to be near you
Oh, say you will
Be my own, now or never
And sing forever, my Whippoorwill
- Rang out a silver bell
Down in a lonely dell
It was their happy wedding time
Just then a Whippoorwill
Sang out beyond the hill
Joined in the golden wedding chime
Cowboy’s heart was filled with rapture gay
As he heard this song birds merry lay
He murmured, sweetheart mine, this is a lucky sign
And then the parson heard him say