Hiawatha's Melody Of Love
Composer(s): Alfred Bryan; Artie Mehlinger; Geo. W. Meyer



Where the summer skies tenderly 
Kiss the pines that rise slenderly 
By a forest stream 
Indian lovers came to dream
'Neath the moon aglow 
In the long ago 
They sang of love
sweet and low

Hiawatha roamed tearfully 
Gazed up on the spot fearfully 
On a moss bound throne 
Hiawatha that pined alone 
Willow boughs bent low 
From them seemed to flow 
Music to banish his woe

And the song they sang was Hiawatha's melody 
Just a golden memory
Of the days that used to be 
As they sat entranced beneath the weeping tree 
Every leaf up above seemed to tremble with love 
And the evening breeze sang Hiawatha's melody 
Sang it sweet and tenderly
Like a lover's rosary 
Now the song birds in Spring still remember and sing Hiawatha's melody of love