On the banks of the winding Wanabago,
An Indian maid stood waiting patiently.
She cried in prayer to the ruler of her nation
"Manitou, oh bring him back to me".
Chorus:
"Bring him back to the winding Wanabago,
To my arms that will hold him tenderly.
Many moons have passed and still I'm waiting.
Manitou, oh bring him back to me."
The Indian brave was fighting for his honor,
For he was a warrior Cherokee.
Her heart was torn with fear and pride
together,
And she cried as she stood by her tee pee.
(Chorus)
Manitou took pity on the maiden
And changed her to a weeping willow tree.
He knew her brave had gone beyond the sunset,
And that she'd cry for all eternity.
(Chorus)
The years have changed the winding Wanabago,
But sometimes, if you listen carefully,
You can hear a weeping willow whisper
"Manitou, oh bring him back to me".
(Chorus)
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Recorded By: Hal Willis