| On the banks of the river stood Running Bear
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| Young Indian brave
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| On the other side of the river stood his lovely Indian maid
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| Little White Dove was her name
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| Such a lovely sight to see
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| But their tribes fought with each other
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| So their love could never be
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| Running Bear, loved Little White Dove
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| With a love as big as the sky
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| Running Bear, loved Little White Dove
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| With a love that wouldn’t die
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| He couldn’t swim the ragging river
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| 'Cos the river was too wide
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| He couldn’t reach his Little White Dove
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| Waiting on the other side
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| In the moonlight he could see her
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| Blowing kisses across the waves
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| Her little heart was beating faster
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| Waiting there for her brave
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| Running Bear, loved Little White Dove
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| With a love as big as the sky
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| Running Bear, loved Little White Dove
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| With a love that wouldn’t die
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| Running Bear dove in the water
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| Little White Dove did the same
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| And they swam out to each other
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| Through the swirling stream they came
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| As their hands touched and their lips met
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| The ragging river pulled them down
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| Now they’ll always be together in that happy hunting ground
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| Running Bear, loved Little White Dove
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| With a love as big as the sky
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| Running Bear, loved Little White Dove
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| With a love that wouldn’t die
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| Running Bear, loved Little White Dove
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| With a love as big as the sky
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| Running Bear, loved Little White Dove
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| With a love that wouldn’t die |