A marriage proposal, 1903. words by James O’Dea music by Neil Moret
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There’s a flood of melodies on the breeze
From the trees and of you they breathe so tenderly
While the woodlands all around are resounding your name
Oh my all in life is you only you fond and true
And your own forevermore I’ll be
Hear then the song I sing with lips aflame
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I am your own your Hiawatha brave
My heart is yours you know
Dear one I love you so
Oh Minnehaha gentle maid decide
Decide and say you’ll be, my Indian bride
When the birds upon the wing in the spring
Gaily sing of the green and golden summer time
When the snows of early winter robe the woodlands in white
Then your Hiawatha free I will be and to thee
Every thought of mine will e’er incline
Heed then the vows I pledge to thee this night