I Can See My Husband Riding

I can see my husband riding across Montana plains, With his uniform of buckskin, and his hands upon the reins, With his yellow hair a-flowing, And his eyes like baby blue. General George Custer, my husband, I love him true. He’s riding with the soldiers of the Seventh Calvary; On that river known as Yellowstone, they ride courageously They’re searching for those Indians, That tribe that’s known as Sioux— General George Custer, he knows just what to do. I can see my husband riding home, to see his loving wife, He says he won the battle and the soldiers saved his life, At the Little Big Horn River… Now the Indian Wars are through— General George Custer, he knows I love him true. And that was twenty years ago, it’s part of history, And I realized my dream was a widow’s fantasy. I put a wreath upon his grave, and I bid his soul adieu… General George Custer, in heaven where dreams come true.