Come out, O Little Moccasins, and frolic on the snow!
Come out, O tiny beaded feet, and twinkle in the light!
I'll play the old Red River reel, you used to love it so:
Awake, O Little Moccasins, and dance for me to-night!
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'For there was only you and I, and you were all to me; And round us were the barren lands, but little did we fear; Of all God's happy, happy folks the happiest were we....' Tis better to have loved & lost than never to have loved at all Some never experience this in a whole lifetime, a love so beautiful I say this with love & respect to a beautiful father & poet. And I picture him playing his fiddle to her now as she frolics in heavenly snow