Wild roved an Indian girl
Bright Alfarata
Where sweep the waters
Of the blue Juniata!
Swift as an antelope
Through the forest going
Loose were her jetty locks
In many tresses flowing
Gay was the mountain song
Of bright Alfarata
Where sweep the waters
Of the blue Juniata
“Strong and true my arrows are
In my painted quiver
Swift goes my light canoe
Adown the rapid river
“Bold is my warrior good
The love of Alfarata
Proud waves his snowy plume
Along the Juniata
Soft and low he speaks to me
And then, his war-cry sounding
Rings his voice in thunder loud
From height to height resounding.”
So sang the Indian girl
Bright Alfarata
Where sweep the waters
Of the blue Juniata
Fleeting years have borne away
The voice of Alfarata;
Still sweeps the river on—
Blue Juniata!
all Marion Dix Sullivan songs all songs from 1844