Cherokee
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Ray Noble
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Sweet Indian maiden, since first I met you,
I can't forget you, Cherokee sweatheart.
Child of the prarie, your love keeps calling,
My heart enthralling, Cherokee.
Dreams of summertime of lovertime gone by,
Throng of memory, so tenderly and sigh my
Sweet Indian maiden, one day I'll hold you,
In my arms fold you, Cherokee.