Lyr ADD: Indian song about Niagara Falls

Subject: Lyr Req: Indian song about Niagra Falls
From: GUEST,Jim Jones
Date: 19 Jun 04 - 03:26 PM

I'm looking for the lyrics to an old song about an Indian Tribe that each year sacrificed a yound Indian maiden by putting her in a canoe and sending her over the Niagra Falls. They did this by drawing lots - one year the Chief's daughter name was drawn. "All the Indians thought that their Chieftan would draw lots one more time" This should be enough info. for anyone that knows the lyrics.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Indian song about Niagra Falls
From: Amos
Date: 19 Jun 04 - 04:14 PM

Jim:

Here's a poem from the 1920's that answers your description in gneral.

Dunno if this is what you needed, though.

A

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Old Ya-Gao-Tah's Tale

                             I

Yon Rainbow, circling great Niagara's brow,
Tells, children, of a chieftain's awful vow;
Hark to its tale of sadness and of love,
All other legends of our race above:
The story of Wenona's White Canoe,
The grand devotion of her lover true,
The fate that swept their youthful lives away,
Marked by Niagara's Rainbow to this day.

                            II

For know, my children, in the days of yore,
Or ever white man's foot had pressed this shore,
In forest deep and dark our fathers dwelt,
Before the Manitou devoted knelt,
Craved His protection and His mighty aid
Against the foe and famine -- to Him prayed
When pestilence up-raised its baleful head,
Swelling the gruesome ranks of warrior dead.

                            III

But comes a day when prayer and offering fail,
When medicines of wise men naught avail,
When through the tribe, with footsteps grim and gaunt,
Stalk the twin spectres, Pestilence and Want.
In terror then, around the council fire
Gather the chiefs, their head Wenonah's sire;
"What can we offer Thee, Oh! Manitou?"
Speaks the Great Spirit then: "The White Canoe!"

                            IV

Full well they know the precious sacrifice
Demanded, but, though terrible the price,
To save the few still left it must be paid --
Niagara's Water-god the fairest maid
Of all the tribe as offering must claim --
Her sacrifice to cleanse the tribe of blame.
Who shall it be?    Alas! there is but one
On whom the lot can fall!     The deed is done!

                            V

Like arrow to the mark each glance now turns
Toward fair Wenonah, and her sire's heart yearns
At thought that she - his dear - his only child,
Must seek her fate beneath the waters wild.
Stately he rises in his place: "Nay! nay!"
He cries, "If naught but that our doom can stay,
We'll brave the famine's pestilential breath,
Till all the tribe lies stark and cold in death!"

                            VI

Up springs Wenonah:  "Father! hear me speak!
Though but a woman, think me not so weak
That I would shrink, a coward, from flood or fire,
To save my tribe! My blood is thine, my sire!
Lead on, Oh! warriors, to Niagara's Fall
Its might shall not my woman's heart appal!
Farewell, my sire! Uncas, my love, farewell!
Great Water-god! sound thou Wenonah's knell!"

                            VII

And now, through leagues of forest have they tracked
Their mournful way toward the Cataract.
Before that band of dusky warriors grim
Stalks, stern and silent, the gaunt form of him
Who, savage chieftain of a savage race,
Yet, sorrow pictured in his warrior face,
Now, torn with anguish, offers up his child,
A sacrifice unto the waters wild.

                            VIII

Amid the circle of her dusky maids,
Wenonah treads the darksome forest glades,
The fairest of her tribe -- her Nation's pride --                
While Uncas walks dejected by her side.
And though her own brave eyes are filled with tears,
She strives with cheerful word to calm his fears,
But nought can give his troubled spirit rest,
Or loose those savage lips, with grief compressed.

                            IX

Now, as she hears Niagara's deep boom,
A premonition of her dreadful doom,
Reverberating through the forest aisles,
Up in her lover's face she faintly smiles,
And whispers of that land beyond the grave,
That bourne of maiden pure and warrior brave,
Where she, though now torn weeping from his side,
In the Great Spirit's home may be his bride.

                            X

The White Canoe receives its precious freight
Of flowers and fruit, and clad in mimic state,
Reclines amid the bloom, Wenonah fair --
Most luscious fruit, and fairest blossom there.
The warriors grim, smile on such beauteous bribe,
To lure the spirits' blessing on their tribe,
And all save Uncas gaze with eager eye,
As bark and burden down the current fly.

                            XI

But not alone must poor Wenonah brave
That dreadful vortex, for, though nought can save,
A love there is, death even cannot part,
And such the love that fills brave Uncas' heart;
A single stroke and they are side by side,
Alone -- together -- 'mid the boiling tide!
Hand clasped in hand as plunging o'er the brink --
Heart throbs with heart as in the flood they sink.

                            XII

The striken warriors turn in mute dismay,
Then silent -- saddened -- take their homeward way,
And on their heads, from out the cloudless blue,
The spray-drops fall, tinted with rainbow's hue
"The Spirit weeps," they cry, "for Uncas brave --
The Spirit's bow lies upon Uncas' Grave!"
And still the mists from her vexed bosom rise,
Niagara's tears for Love's great sacrifice,
And still o'er Uncas' grave the spirit's rainbow lies.





Source: Willard Parker. Niagara's Rainbow: The Legend of the White Canoe. Conshohocken, PA, 1922.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Indian song about Niagra Falls
From: Q (Frank Staplin)
Date: 19 Jun 04 - 04:30 PM

Ugh! White man great creator of tall tale.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Indian song about Niagra Falls
From: GUEST
Date: 20 Jun 04 - 10:20 AM

Amos,
Thanks for the poem - not what I was looking for, but I enjoyed it anyway. In the song I'm looking for the Chieftian carries his daughter down to the canoe and then he gets in with her to go down the river and over the Niagra Falls.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Indian song about Niagra Falls
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 22 Jun 04 - 09:47 PM

Maybe the song you want is this one, posted in an old thread: CHIEF BRIGHT SKY. The source is a field recording, so there might be other versions out there.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Indian song about Niagra Falls
From: GUEST,From Jim Jones - Guest
Date: 24 Jun 04 - 04:31 PM

To Jim Dixon. That was the song and I sincerely thank you. I've been looking for it for years.

Subject: ADD Version: Bright Sky
From: GUEST,Rayray
Date: 13 Aug 22 - 11:23 AM

This is another version of the "Bright Sky" song, which in my family songbook is called "Niagara Falls". Although most of this thread happened before I was even born, and the request has already been filled, I hope that eventually, someone will enjoy this version too!

BRIGHT SKY

One autumn as evening was spreading
it’s pinions of darkness around
In numbers the Indians came traveling
Approaching the Niagara Falls

Their laws of tradition had taught them
That one of their tribe every year
By lot would be chosen and brought there
To cast down the Falls without fear

The Chieftain had only one daughter
He loved her as loved he his life
Possessing the bravery he taught her
She feared not, though casting her life

The tribe thought surely the Chieftain
Would have them cast lots o'er once more
But nothing unjust would he teach them
He left them and walked up the shore

A coffin, canoe and a paddle
Lay waiting for her to step in
Farewell to pony and saddle
Long farewell to forest and kin

The clouds gave way to the moonbeams
To guide her bark down the swift stream
And just as the moonbeams were lightening
She fearlessly entered the stream

Now out from the banks of the river
A boat was seen skimming the tide
Oh, see how he loves his daughter
He takes of his place by her side

See how he loveth his daughter
For he taketh a seat by her side
See how down the dark water
More rapid and swiftly they glide

When a shout from the shore of the river
Burst forth in a pitiful cry
From a mother who made all hearts quiver
For her Chieftain and daughter Bright Sky

Is the love of a father more tender
In the ranks of the white man today?
Or the faith of a daughter more stronger
Than Bright Sky prove do obey?

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Indian song about Niagara Falls
From: GerryM
Date: 13 Aug 22 - 06:39 PM

Niagara Falls! Slowly I turned....