As a hot Indian summer’s day winds down,
giving away to the cool, dark, evening,
A fair Indian maiden can see shadows,
Dancing in the Cherokee Moonlight.

As she sits in her room,
Gazing wishfully outside,
She sees shadows fall,
On the Cherokee Moonlight.

Looking at the Cherokee Moon,
In the clear, dark night,
She thinks about meeting her warrior,
Walking under the Cherokee Moonlight.

Watching the bright stars,
Twinkle cheerfully about the night,
Giving out their lustrous light,
She sees magic of the Cherokee Moonlight.