Cherokee (05-15-53) - Bud Powell

Sweet Indian maiden, since first I met you

I can’t forget you, Cherokee sweetheart

Child of the prairie, your love keeps calling

My heart enthralling, Cherokee

Dreams of summertime, of lover time gone by

Throng my memory so tenderly, and sigh.

My

Sweet Indian maiden, one day I’ll hold you

In my arms fold you, Cherokee