SHENANDOAH
(learned at camps and from songbooks from childhood)
Oh, Shenandoah! I long to see you,
Missouri, she's a mighty river,
The white man loved an Indian maiden,
Oh, Shenandoah! I love your daughter,
Tis seven long years since last I saw her,
So, fare you well, I'm bound to leave you,
(from miriam berg's folksong collection)
Away, you rolling river!
Oh, Shenandoah! I long to hear you,
Away, I'm bound away,
Across the wide Missouri.
Away, you rolling river!
The red men camp along her border,
Away, I'm bound away...
Away...
With presents his canoe was laden,
Away...
Away...
For her I've crossed the rolling water,
Away...
Away...
And ev'-ry night I dreamed about her,
Away...
Away...
Oh, Shenandoah, I'll not deceive you,
Away...