Tom Jones - Runnin' Bear Lyrics
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Runnin' Bear
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What Are The Lyrics For Runnin' Bear By Tom Jones?
On the banks of the river
Stood Running Bear, young Indian brave On the other side of the river Stood his lovely Indian maid Little White Dove was her name Such a lovely sight to see But their tribes fought with each other So their love could never be Running Bear loved little White Dove With a love as big as the sky Running Bear loved little White Dove With a love that couldn't die He couldn't swim the raging river 'Cause the river, it was too wide He couldn't reach little White Dove Waiting there on the other side In the moonlight, he could see her Throwing kisses 'cross the wave Her little heart was beating faster Waiting there for her brave Running Bear loved little White Dove With a love as big as the sky Yes, Running Bear loved little White Dove With a love that couldn't die Running Bear dove in the water Little White Dove, she did the same As they swam out to each other Through the swirling stream they came Now their hands touched and their lips met The swirling river, it pulled them down Now they'll always be together In their happy hunting ground Running Bear loved little White Dove With a love as big as the sky Yes, Running Bear loved little White Dove With a love that couldn't die |
Who Wrote Runnin' Bear By Tom Jones?
J. P. Richardson
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What's The Duration Of The Runnin' Bear By Tom Jones?The duration of Runnin' Bear is 3:50 minutes and seconds. |
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