They were from two warring tribes
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So their love could never be
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He was a painted Apache
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And she was a Cherokee
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He was stealing her father's horses
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When he saw her standing there
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Moon braided bits of silver
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All through her long black hair
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[Chorus:]
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War paint and soft feathers
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Love was meant to be
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Even though he was Apache
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She was a blue-eyed Cherokee
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War paint and soft feathers
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Under the pale moon light
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Doing what tribal laws forbid
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As drums brought the silence of the night
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His strong arms circled round her waist
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His headband touched her brow
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They were of two different tongues
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But their lips met anyhow
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Next to a small oak tree
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Crossed spears forbid their love
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There'd been no peace between their tribes
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Long as eagles soar above
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[Chorus]
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Now the leaves have fallen to the ground
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Over and over again
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From the small oak tree grown taller
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Where once crossed spears had been
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A young man rides his pinto horse
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And he stands there tall and free
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The son of a wild Apache
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And a blue-eyed Cherokee
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[Chorus x2]
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War Paint And Soft Feathers
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