Lyrics:
Where the summer skies tenderly Kiss the pines
that rise slenderly by a forest stream
Indian lovers came to dream 'Neath the moon aglow
In the long ago They sang of love swweet and low.
chorus:
And the evening breeze sang Hiawatha's melody,
Sang it sweet and tenderly, Like a lover's rosary.
Now the songbirds in Spring stil remember and sing,
Hiawatha's melody of love.
And the song they sang was Hiawatha's melody
Just a golden memory Of the days that used to be,
As they sat entranced beneath the weeping willow tree,
Ev'ry leaf up above seemed to tremble with love,
Hiawatha roamed tearfully Gazed upon the spot
fearfully On a mossbound throne Hiawatha pined alone
Willow boughs bent low From them seemed to flow
Music to banish his woe.
