An Apache Love-Song.

A-atana she was here. A-atana I was dear. She will never come again. Chill my heart, O wind and rain. A-atana she was here.

Hark, the wind asks "Hi-you?" And I answer "A-coo, Ustey with your bitter cold; U-ga-sha, my love of old." Still the wind asks "Hi-you?"

"Hi-you?" I know not where. A-oo, I hardly care. Take it to the land of snow; Take it where the stars all go. "Hi-you?" I do not care.

It-sau-i did it all— It-sau-i, proud and tall. Tell her I have gone to fight. Ask her if her heart is light. It-sau-i did it all.