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