Seminola (An Indian Love Song)

Lyric: Robert King
Music: Harry Warren
Year: 1925
Original publisher: Skidmore Music Co., Inc., rights controlled by Shapiro, Bernstein & Co., Inc.

Verse 1:

In a little tee-pee
That stands in the shades
Of the great Everglades,
Far away,
Lives a dusky maid,
Lives a dusky maid.
When the world is sleepy,
A brave comes to woo
And to bill and to coo,
And to say,
"Hear my serenade,
Hear my serenade."
Soon all the woodland is ringing,
As to his loved one, he sings,
Oh, oh, oh!

Chorus:

Seminola, I love you, I love you, I do;
Seminola, there's room in my little canoe;
You're hesitating
And night time's the right time to woo.
Oh, can't you see I'm waiting,
My sweet Seminola, for you.

Verse 2:

Slyly she is list'ning,
As on ev'ry breeze
Come the sweet melodies
Soft and low,
When the song is through,
When the song is through.
With her eyes a-glist'ning,
She creeps past the light
Of the campfire so bright,
And they go
To a rendezvous,
To a rendezvous.
There with the stars gleaming o'er them,
She heard this love song once more.
Oh, oh, oh!

[Chorus]