By Tom Morrow

It’s funny how some things never leave you, no matter how old you get. When I was a small lad back in Iowa, I was a constant companion of my Grandfather Morrow.
Many times as we drove down the road in his 1929 Model A Ford, Grandpa would sing a song I’ve never forgotten – “Red Wing.” I finally found all of the words to this long-forgotten folk song. Maybe you had a grandparent who sang it to you back in the day.
(Sorry I can’t hum the tune for you, but if you have YouTube, you can watch it [here] the 1943 John Wayne movie, “War of the Wildcats” and he’ll sing it for you).
Chorus:
Now, the moon shines tonight on pretty Red Wing
The breeze is sighing, the night bird’s crying,
For afar ‘neath his star her brave is sleeping,
While Red Wing’s weeping her heart away.
She watched for him day and night,
She kept all the campfires bright,
And under the sky, each night she would lie,
And dream about his coming by and by;
But when all the braves returned,
The heart of Red Wing yearned,
For far, far away, her warrior gay,
Fell bravely in the fray.
Now, the moon shines tonight on pretty Red Wing
The breeze is sighing, the night bird’s crying,
For afar ‘neath his star her brave is sleeping,
While Red Wing’s weeping her heart away.
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