On the bank of the river
 [bad word] Bear, young Indian brave
On the other side of the river

Stood his lovely Indian maid

Little White Dove was a-her name

Such a lovely sight to see
But their tribes fought with each other

So their love could never be

 [bad word] 
[bad word] Bear loved Little White Dove

With a love big as the sky
[bad word] Bear loved Little White Dove

With a love that couldn't die

Verse 2:
He couldn't swim the ragin' river
'Cause the river was too wide
He couldn't reach Little White Dove
Waiting on the other side
In the moonlight he could see her
Throwing kisses 'cross the waves
Her little heart was beating faster
Waiting there for her brave

 [bad word] 

Verse 3: [bad word] Bear jumped in the river
Little White Dove did the same
And they swam to each other
'Cross the swirling stream they came
As their hands touched and their lips met
The ragin' river pulled them down
Now they'll always be together
In that happy hunting ground

 [bad word] 
(chanting, fading out)