HER ROBE IS BROIDERED
Her robe is broidered with white daisies;
Her hair is braided with blue feathers;
On her little feet are new moccasins.
Ah, she was near to me!
Ah, she was dear to me!
On her little feet are new moccasins.
The grass is broidered with white daisies;
Bluebirds in the air are hovering low;
Between earth and sky, the burial scaffold.
On her little feet are new moccasins.