Cherokee - Nicola Arigliano

Dreams of summertime

Of lover-time gone by

Through my memory

So tenderly and sigh

My 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

Through my memory

So tenderly and sigh

My sweet Indian maiden

One day I’ll hold you

In my arms fold you

Cherokee

Dreams of summertime

Of lover-time gone by

Through my memory

So tenderly and sigh

My sweet Indian maiden

One day I’ll hold you

In my arms fold you

Cherokee