Often on a lonely day, my love,
You look on the beautiful river
And down the shining stream.
You look on the beautiful river
And down the shining stream.
When last I looked upon you,
How beautiful was the stream,
How beautiful was the moon
And how happy were we!
Since that night, my fair one,
I have thought of you always.
How beautiful was the stream,
How beautiful was the moon
And how happy were we!
Since that night, my fair one,
I have thought of you always.
Often on a lonely day, my love,
You look on the beautiful river
And down the shining stream.
You look on the beautiful river
And down the shining stream.
When we paddled the canoe together
On that beautiful water,
How fair the mountains looked
How beautiful the red leaves
As the gentle wind whirled them!
On that beautiful water,
How fair the mountains looked
How beautiful the red leaves
As the gentle wind whirled them!
After the winter snows,
When spring has come once more
We will paddle again together.
Then the leaves will be green,
The mountains fresh and fair.
When spring has come once more
We will paddle again together.
Then the leaves will be green,
The mountains fresh and fair.
Often on a lonely day, my love,
Look on the beautiful river,
Down the shining stream,
And know that spring will come.
Look on the beautiful river,
Down the shining stream,
And know that spring will come.
Next day, the hunters departed. The old men, the women, and the children settled down to finish the autumn's work of preparing for the winter.
Not many days afterward, a war party attacked the village and destroyed it. love story
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