Lyrics by Mrs. Marion Dix Sullivan
Wild roved an Indian maid
Bright Alfarata
Where flow the waters
Of the blue Juniata
Strong and true my arrows are
In my painted quiver
Swift goes my light canoe
A down the rapid river
Bold is my warrior good
The love of bright Alfarata
PRoud wave his sunny plumes
Along the Juniata
Soft and low he speaks to me
And then his warcry sounding
Rings his voice in thunder loud
From height to height resounding
So sang the Indian maid
Bright Alfarata
Where sweep the waters
Of the blue Juniata
Fleeting years have borne awat
The voice of Alfarata
Still flow the waters
Of the blue Juniata
From Little House on the Prairie
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