Verse 1: Oh the moon is all a-gleam on the stream,
Where I dream here of you my pretty Indian maid.
While the rustling leaves are singing high above us overhead.
In the glory of the bright summer night,
In the light and the shadows of the forest glade,
I am waiting here to kiss your lips so red.

There's a flood of melodies on the breeze,
From the trees and of you they breathe so tenderly,
While the woodlands all around are resounding your name.
Oh my all in life is you, only you,
Fond and true and your own forevermore I'll be,
Hear then the song I sing with lips a-flame.

Chorus: I am your own, your Hiawatha brave,
My heart is yours, you know, Dear one I love you so.
Oh Minnehaha gentle maid decide,
Decide and say you'll be, my Indian bride.

Verse 2: In the tresses of your hair, lies a snare,
And it's there, where my heart a willing captive is.
Oh my woodland queen I pray you'll hold it ever in your care.
In my little birch canoe, love with you,
Just we two down the stream of life in wedded bliss,
I would drift sweetheart with you my lot to share.

When the birds upon the wing in the spring,
Gaily sing of the green and golden summertime,
When the snows of early winter robe the woodlands in white,
Then your Hiawatha free I will be,
And to thee ev'ry thought of mine will e'er incline,
Heed then the vows I pledge to thee this night.

Chorus: I am your own, your Hiawatha brave,
My heart is yours, you know, Dear one I love you so.
Oh Minnehaha gentle maid decide,
Decide and say you'll be, my Indian bride.