Wabanaqwad

[Intro] [Verse] I say, I say, my little bro, a story about how once upon a day An Indian brave scout Vabanakvad by name was hunting for a dream hunting for a dream – looking for a trace of it for a trace of it under the mottled fringe of autumn foliage in the forest, and in the evening dawn in the mountains… in the highest mountains… in the deepest streams… But everything was familiar.… And he didn&exclaim, "Wow!" didn&exclaim, " Wow!" [Echo] But everything was familiar.… And he didn&exclaim, "Ouw!" didn&exclaim, "Ouw!" [Verse 2] And at night, a nightmare came, smelling of "sick water." of "sick water." – Sneaking up like a dark spirit, a cowboy took out a string: "Why would they fight? Why? Why? All right ! (The Indian swing is insidious!)". And Vabanaquad died. – And Vabanaquad died. Died. in a dream, without exclaiming, "Ah!" [Echo] And Vabanaquad died. – in a dream, without exclaiming, "Ah!" [funeral music here] [bridge] [Verse 3] So did the cowboy Whitecloud by name. He caught a star – I took my first smelly scalp! first smelly scalp! What a funny joy! a funny joy! Really joy? (You dashing, lucky Joe! – The red-skinned pride is far away!) Since then, the talisman of success is a cloudless sky! – It was a good chance ! Why? Why? All right! Wabanaquad’s wig protects the pale-faced race… [Echo] It is a fine trick ! Indian wonderful wig preserves the pale-faced ligue… the pale-faced Ligue ! O! My little bro !