Navajo
Music by Egbert Van Alstyne
Words by Harry Williams
Published 1903 by Shapiro, Remick & Co.

[Verse 1]
Down on the sand hills of New Mex-i-co,
There lives an In-dian maid,
She's of the tribe they call the Nav-a-jo,
Face of a cop-per shade,

And ev'-ry eve-ning there was a coon,
Who came his love to plead,
There by the silv'-ry light of the moon,
He'd help her string her beads,

And when they were all a-lone,
To her he would soft-ly croon.

[Chorus]
Na-va, Na-va, my Na-va-jo,
I have a love for you that will grow,
If you'll have a coon for a beau,
I'll have a Na-va-jo.

[Verse 2]
This In-dian maid-en told the col-ored man,
She wan-ted lots to wear,
La-ces and blan-kets and a pow-der can,
Jew-els and pipe-stone rare,

You bring me fea-thers dear from the store,
He an-swered have no fear,
I'll bring you fea-thers babe by the score,
If there are chick-ens near,

With joy then the maid-en sighed,
When to her once more he cried.

[Repeat chorus]