An Apache Love-Song.

A-atana she was here.

A-atana I was dear.

She will never come again.

Chill my heart, O wind and rain.

A-atana she was here.

Hark, the wind asks “Hi-you?”

And I answer “A-coo,

Ustey with your bitter cold;

U-ga-sha, my love of old.”

Still the wind asks “Hi-you?”

“Hi-you?” I know not where.

A-oo, I hardly care.

Take it to the land of snow;

Take it where the stars all go.

“Hi-you?” I do not care.

It-sau-i did it all —

It-sau-i, proud and tall.

Tell her I have gone to fight.

Ask her if her heart is light.

It-sau-i did it all.