Silver Star 1911

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 18 May 2008
2008

There was a dusky little maid
in a lonely glade, sang a serenade.
Came a warrior true, ev'ry night to woo,
He would softly coo, I love you.
On bended knee so faithfully
he would ever be, pleading earnestly,
be my pretty bride
o'er the prairies ride,
be my silver star.

We will be dreaming
by campfires gleaming
in lands afar
tell me you are,
my silver star.
We'll go a creeping
while squaw is sleeping,
there will be war,
if we should tarry,
my silver star.

We will be dreaming
by campfires gleaming
in lands afar
tell me you are,
my silver star.
We'll go a creeping
while squaw is sleeping,
there will be war,
if we should tarry,
my silver star.

Next morning just at break of day
they were far away,
looking bright and gay.
Chief was feeling blue,
knew not what to do,
where they journeyed to,
no one knew.
One day they spied the blushing bride,
on the prairies wide,
riding by his side,
then he whispered low,
she is mine you know,
she's my silver star.

We will be dreaming
by campfires gleaming
in lands afar
tell me you are,
my silver star.
We'll go a creeping
while squaw is sleeping,
there will be war,
if we should tarry,
my silver star.

We will be dreaming
by campfires gleaming
in lands afar
tell me you are,
my silver star.
We'll go a creeping
while squaw is sleeping,
there will be war,
if we should tarry,
my silver star.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Silver Star 1911
Music by Chas.L.Johnson
Lyrics by Wm.R.Clay
© MCMXI by J.W.Jenkins Sons & Co. - Kansas City, Mo
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Sunday 18 May 2008 at 10.23
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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