Native Princess

Little Indian girls with their wild dark braids running barefoot whisper in the wind a call to their wild horses untamable as a true Indian brave is feathers of red and yellow make up their headdresses as they gallop into the silent arms of the forest depths chanting their tribal commands for the race has begun first one back to the tribe is blessed by the strong hand of the chiefs such an honor is such and my steed rides me swiftly like lightning to victory I am the chiefs daughter Tigerfoot is my name.