The Blue Juniata

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