Sung by: Mrs. Maggie Dawn
Recorded in Pleasant Grove, AR, 7/15/52
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Where a lonely forest lies,
Dwelt the fairest Indian maiden
Ever seen by mortal eyes.
She whose eyes were like the sunbeams--
Daughter of a warrior chief--
Came to cheer their home in autumn,
And they called her Fallen Leaf.
Chorus: Fallen Leaf, the breezes whisper
Of her spirit's early flight,
For within that lowly wigwam
There's a wail of woe tonight.
In the depths of that lone forest,
On a sultry summer day,
Came a hunter worn and weary,
Lone and silent on his way.
Weeks rolled by and yet he lingered;
"Gentle Fallen Leaf!" he cried;
'Til with a cry of love she promised
Soon to be his happy bride.
One bright summer day he wandered
O'er the prairie vast, alone;
Long she watched and long she waited,
But his fate was never known.
With the summer leaves she faded,
With the autumn leaves she died,
And she closed her eyes and slumbers
By the lonely riverside.
Also found in Randolph, Vol. IV, #765, "Falling Leaf."