Hiawatha

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
[Am]By the shores of Gitche Gumee,
By the shining Big- Sea- Water,
At the doorway of the wigwam,
In the early Summer morning,

[Verse 2]
[Am]Hiawatha stood and waited.
All the air was full of freshness,
All the earth was bright and joyous,
And before [F]him,
[Dm]through the sun[Am]shine,

[Verse 3]
[Am]Westward toward the
neighboring forest
Passed in golden swarms the
[Dm]Ahmo[Am],[Dm][Am]
Passed the bees, the honey- makers,
Burning, [F]singing [Am]in the sunshine.

[Verse 4]
[Am]Bright above him shone the heavens,
Level spread the lake before him;
From its bosom leaped the sturgeon,
Sparkling, [Dm]flashing in
[Am]the sunshine;

[Verse 5]
On its [Am]margin the great forest
Stood reflected in the water,
Every tree- top had its shadow,
Motionless beneath the water.

[Verse 6]
From the [Am]brow of Hiawatha
Gone was every trace of sorrow,
As [F]the fog [Am]from off the water,
As the mis[F]t f[Dm]rom off t[Am]he meadow.

[Verse 7]
[Am]With a smile of joy and gladness,
With a look of exultation,
As of one who in a vision
Sees what is to be, but is not,

[Verse 8]
Stood and [Am]waited Hiawatha.
Toward the sun his hands were lifted,
Both the palms [F]spread [Am]out toward it,
And between [Dm]the part[Am]ed fingers

[Verse 9]
[Am]Fell the sunshine on his features,
Flecked with light his naked
[Dm]shoulder[Am] s,[Dm][Am]
As it falls and flecks an oak- tree
Through the rifted leaves and branches.

[Verse 10]
O'er [Am]the water floating, flying,
Something in the hazy distance,
[Dm]Some[Am]thing in the
mists of morning,
Loomed and [Dm]lifted from [Am]the water,

[Verse 11]
[Am]Now seemed floating,
now seemed flying,
Coming nearer, nearer, nearer.
Was it Shingebis the diver?
Or the [Dm]pel ica[Am]n, the Shada?

[Verse 12]
Or the [Am]heron, the Shuh- shuh- gah?
Or the white goose, Waw- be- wana,
With the [F]water [Am]dripping, flashing,
From its [F]glossy [Am]neck
[Dm]and [Am]feathers?

[Verse 13]
[Am]It was neither goose nor diver,
Neither pelican nor heron,
O'er the water floating, flying,

[Verse 14]
Through the shining mist of morning,
[Am]But a birch canoe with paddles,
Rising, sinking on the water,
Dripping, flashing in the sunshine;
And within [F]it [Dm]came [Am]a

[Interlude 1]
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[Verse 15]
[Am]Can it be the sun descending
O'er the level plain of water?
Or the Red Swan floating, flying,
Wounded by the ma[Dm]gic
[Am]arrow,

[Verse 16]
[Am]Staining all the waves with crimson,
With the crimson of its life- [Dm]blood,
[Am]Filling [F]all the [Am]air
with splendor,
Filling all the [Dm]air [Am]with plumage?

[Verse 17]
Yes; it [Am]is t[Dm]he sun d[Am]escending,
Sinking down into the water;
All the sky is stained with purple,
All the water [Dm]flushed
[Am]with crimson!

[Verse 18]
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No; it is the Red Swan floating,
Diving down beneath the water;
To the [F]sky [Dm]its w[F]ings[Am] are lifted,
With its blood [F]the waves
[Dm]are [Am]reddened!

[Verse 19]
Over [Am]it the St[Dm]ar o[Am]f Evening
Melts and trembles through the purple,
[Dm]Hangs sus[Am]pended in the twilight,
Walks in [F]silence [Dm]throu[Am]gh the heavens.

[Outro 1]
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