Buddy Rich and His Orchestra - Cherokee (Indian Love Song) текст песни

Sweet Indian maiden, since first I met you
I can’t forget you, Cherokee sweetheart
Child of the prairie, your love keeps calling
My heart enthralling, Cherokee
Dreams of summertime, of lover time gone by Throng my memory so tenderly, and sigh. My Sweet Indian maiden, one day I’ll hold you
In my arms fold you, Cherokee