By The Shore Of Gitche Gumee
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By The Shining Big-Sea-Water
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At The Doorway Of The Wigwam
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In The Early Summer Morning
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Hiawatha Stood And Waited
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All The Air Was Full Of Freshness
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All The Earth Was Bright And Joyous
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And Before Him Through The Sunshine
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Westward Toward The Neighbouring Forest
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Passed In Golden Swams, The Ahmo
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Passed The Bees, The Honey-Makers
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Burning, Singing In The Sunshine
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Bright Above Him Shone The Heavens
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Level Spread The Lake Before Him;
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From Its Bosom Leaped The Sturgeon
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Sparkling, Flashing In The Sunshine
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On Its Margin The Great Forest
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Stood Reflected In The Water
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Every Tree-Top Had Its Shadow
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Motionless Beneath The Water
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From The Brow Of Hiawatha
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Gone Was Every Trace Of Sorrow
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As The Fog From Off The Water
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As The Mist Of The Meadow
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With A Smile Of Joy And Gladness
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With A Look Of Exultation
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As Of One Who In A Vision
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Sees What Is To Be, But Is Not
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Stood And Waited Hiawatha
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Toward The Sun His Hands Were Lifted
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Both The Palms Spread Out Towards It
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And Between The Parted Fingers
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Feel The Sunshine On His Features
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Flecked With Light His Naked Shoulders
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As It Falls And Flecks An Oak-Tree
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Through The Rifted Leaves And Branches
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O'er The Water Floating, Flying
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Something In The Hazy Distance
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Something In The Mist Of Morning
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Loomed And Lifted From The Water
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Now Seemed Floating, Now Seemed Flying
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Coming Nearer, Nearer, Nearer
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Was It Shingebis, The Diver?
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Or The Pelican, The Shada?
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Or The Heron, The Shuh-Shuh-Gah?
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Or The White Goose, Waw-Be-Wawa,
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With The Water Dripping, Flashing
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From Its Glossy Neck And Feathers?
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It Was Neither Goose Or Diver
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Neither Pelican Nor Heron
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O'er The Water Floating, Flying
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Through The Shining Mist Of Morning
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But A Birch Canoe With Paddles
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Rising, Sinking In The Sunshine
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Dripping, Flashing In The Sunshine
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And Within It Came A People
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Can It Be The Sun Descending
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O'er The Level Plain Of Water
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Or The Red Swan Floatin, Flying
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Wounded By The Magic Arrow
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Staining All The Waves With Crimson
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With The Crimson Of Its Lifeblood
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Filling All The Air With Splendour
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Filling All The Air With Plumage
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Yes, It Is The Sun Descending
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Sinking Down Into The Water
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All The Sky Is Stained With Purple
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All The Water Flushed With Crimson!
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No, It Is The Red Swan Floating
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Diving Down Beneath The Water
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To The Sky Its Wings Are Lifted
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With Its Blood The Waves Are Reddened!
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Over It The Star Of Evening
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Melts And Trembles Through The Purple
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Hangs Suspended In The Twilight
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Walks In Silence Through The Heavens!
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(H. W. Longfellow. Vocals: Maddy Prior)
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The Song Of Hiawatha (Incantations part 2)
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Mike Oldfield |