On the banks of the river
 [bad word] #39; 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] #39; Bear loved Little White Dove
With a love big as the sky [bad word] #39; Bear loved Little White Dove
With a love that couldn't die

He couldn't swim the raging 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] #39; Bear loved Little White Dove
With a love big as the sky [bad word] #39; Bear loved Little White Dove
With a love that couldn't die
 [bad word] #39; Bear dove in the water
Little White Dove did the same
And they swam out to each other
Through 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] #39; Bear loved Little White Dove
With a love big as the sky [bad word] #39; Bear loved Little White Dove
With a love that couldn't die