When you left the reservation,
well didn't I promise you my life?
I said I'd make it in the city,
for I can't farm this land no more.
Well, didn't you like the dress I bought you
In the ladies' store in town
So the people wouldn't be laughing
At the
Indian skin you wore
Oh,
Angelina, oh, did you have to go so far?
In seven weeks I have not found you
And it's snowing on the mountain
Waiting at the railroad station I
didn't mean to make you cry
But the conductor, he said to me
Oh, we'd all be left behind
And you know I couldn't
have bought the tickets
But if they'd have cost a dollar more
Then when I left, I left and turned around
To take your hand, you were gone
Oh,
Angelina, oh, did you have to go so far?
In seven weeks I have not found you
And it's snowing on the mountain
In seven weeks, I have not found you
And it's snowing on the mountains