I was raised on the edge of town Daddy worked that farming ground She came riding through the plains Like a whisper in the summer rain Dark eyes underneath the firelight Buckskin dress in the pale moonlight They said her people stayed away From folks like us back in those days Under the Indian sunset sky We fell in love where the eagles fly Two young hearts from different worlds A white boy and an Indian girl But the cold wind carried every word And small-town voices always hurt Still I see her silhouette Fading in that Indian sunset We would meet by the river bend Hide our love where the wild grass ends She would laugh and hold my hand Like peace could live upon this land But her father warned her one last time Mine said, “Boy, don’t cross that line” And the world grew hard as stone For two souls who just wanted home Under the Indian sunset sky We fell in love where the eagles fly Two young hearts from different worlds A white boy and an Indian girl But the cold wind carried every word And small-town voices always hurt Still I see her silhouette Fading in that Indian sunset One night beneath the harvest moon She said, “Promise me you won’t forget” Then tears fell like the midnight rain As the train rolled south again Now the years move slow somehow There’s silver in my hair now But every dusk that amber glows I still feel her spirit close And somewhere past the setting sun I believe we still are one Beyond the pain, beyond regret Waiting in that Indian sunset Under the Indian sunset sky Love was born but not allowed to survive Still her memory pulls me west Like a ghost I never left And the night comes soft and slow Like an old song carried low Still I hold her silhouette Inside that Indian sunset
