WAR PAINT AND SOFT FEATHERS      They were from two warring tribes   So their love could never be   He was a painted Apache   And she was a Cherokee   He was stealing her father's horses   When he saw her standing there   Moon braided bits of silver   All through her long black hair   [Chorus:]   War paint and soft feathers   Love was meant to be   Even though he was Apache   She was a blue-eyed Cherokee   War paint and soft feathers   Under the pale moon light   Doing what tribal laws forbid   As drums brought the silence of the night   His strong arms circled round her waist   His headband touched her brow   They were of two different tongues   But their lips met anyhow   Next to a small oak tree   Crossed spears forbid their love   There'd been no peace between their tribes   Long as eagles soar above   [Chorus]   Now the leaves have fallen to the ground   Over and over again   From the small oak tree grown taller   Where once crossed spears had been   A young man rides his pinto horse   And he stands there tall and free   The son of a wild Apache   And a blue-eyed Cherokee   [Chorus x2]