She's my beautiful Cherokee maiden,

and she comes from sunny Tennesee;

My beautiful Cherokee Maiden,

and she is all the worls to me.

Well, I loved her the day I first met her,

with her dark eyes and bells on her sleeve,

she whispered to me in the moonlight,

and the earth moved beneath my feet.

She's my beautiful Cherokee maiden,

and she comes from sunny Tennesee;

My beautiful Cherokee Maiden,

and she is all the worls to me.

Her eyes are like the stars in the heavens,

her voice is like the wind through the trees,

her body's like the willow by the river,

that sways in the gentle summer breeze.

She's my beautiful Cherokee maiden,

and she comes from sunny Tennesee;

My beautiful Cherokee Maiden,

and she is all the worls to me.

Well, I met her down on the reservation,

where the Smoky Mountains reach up to the sky.

And I'll hold her in my heart forever,

and I'll love her 'til the day I die.