Lyrics:
Little Indian Brave

(J P Richardson) On the banks of the river Stood Runnin' Bear, young Indian brave On the other side of the river Stood his lovely Indian maid Little

Oh, Pappy left a chair like he's still sittin' there Once I almost saw him make his move Brave Indian who never changes his mood In a painting on the

more time Uranium money is booming in the old home town now It's putting up sleek concrete Tearing the old landmarks down now Paving over brave little parks Ripping off Indian

of men were dyin' There at the Little Big Horn Of the one thousand Indians There on the river bank Five hundred Indians Died in the fight And the brave

flies The oldest little Indian got sick and vanished And the big chief went two years later And the mama raised the six little Indians up The best she

his thoughts flew on ahead To the little band at Cow Ranch Thinking not a danger near With his quirt's unceasing whirl And the jingle of his spurs Little

AND SO CASTLES MADE OF SAND, FALL IN THE SEA EVENTUALLY A LITTLE INDIAN BRAVE WHO BEFORE HE WAS TEN PLAYED WAR GAMES IN THE WOODS WITH HIS INDIAN FRIENDS

gonna be bigger than That old poison ivy tree Now I'm pretty sure that I think you'd come and visit And talk sometimes kind of like gidget and A funny little chance like an Indian brave

garden green And so castles made of sand fall in the sea eventually A little Indian brave who before he was ten played wargames in the woods with his Indian