Tribe dancingThe Fan-Tribe.
Tribe dancing
O far away by a tropic sea,And near to a jungle dell.Neath the scorching raysOf the sun’s bright blaze,The fan tribe Indians dwell.No silken, satin or velvet gowns,No laces do they possess,But from year to year,They always appearIn this fantastic dress.
O far away by a tropic sea,And near to a jungle dell.Neath the scorching raysOf the sun’s bright blaze,The fan tribe Indians dwell.No silken, satin or velvet gowns,No laces do they possess,But from year to year,They always appearIn this fantastic dress.
O far away by a tropic sea,And near to a jungle dell.Neath the scorching raysOf the sun’s bright blaze,The fan tribe Indians dwell.
O far away by a tropic sea,
And near to a jungle dell.
Neath the scorching rays
Of the sun’s bright blaze,
The fan tribe Indians dwell.
No silken, satin or velvet gowns,No laces do they possess,But from year to year,They always appearIn this fantastic dress.
No silken, satin or velvet gowns,
No laces do they possess,
But from year to year,
They always appear
In this fantastic dress.
Children with wings