Lyrics War Paint and Soft Feathers - Cher
They
were
from
two
warring
tribes
So
their
love
could
never
be
He
was
a
painted
Apache
And
she
was
a
Cherokee
He
was
stealing
her
father's
horses
When
he
saw
her
standing
there
Moon
braided
bits
of
silver
All
through
her
long
black
hair
War
paint
and
soft
feathers
Love
was
meant
to
be
Even
though
he
was
Apache
She
was
a
blue-eyed
Cherokee
War
paint
and
soft
feathers
Under
the
pale
moon
light
Doing
what
tribal
laws
forbid
As
drums
brought
the
silence
of
the
night
His
strong
arms
circled
round
her
waist
His
headband
touched
her
brow
They
were
of
two
different
tongues
But
their
lips
met
anyhow
Next
to
a
small
oak
tree
Crossed
spears
forbid
their
love
There'd
been
no
peace
between
their
tribes
Long
as
eagles
soar
above
War
paint
and
soft
feathers
Love
was
meant
to
be
Even
though
he
was
Apache
She
was
a
blue-eyed
Cherokee
War
paint
and
soft
feathers
Under
the
pale
moon
light
Doing
what
tribal
laws
forbid
As
drums
brought
the
silence
of
the
night
Now
the
leaves
have
fallen
to
the
ground
Over
and
over
again
From
the
small
oak
tree
grown
taller
Where
once
crossed
spears
had
been
A
young
man
rides
his
pinto
horse
And
he
stands
there
tall
and
free
The
son
of
a
wild
Apache
And
a
blue-eyed
Cherokee
War
paint
and
soft
feathers
Love
was
meant
to
be
Even
though
he
was
Apache
She
was
a
blue-eyed
Cherokee
War
paint
and
soft
feathers
Under
the
pale
moon
light
Doing
what
tribal
laws
forbid
As
drums
brought
the
silence
of
the
night
War
paint
and
soft
feathers
Love
was
meant
to
be
Even
though
he
was
Apache
And
she
was
a
blue-eyed
Cherokee
War
paint
and
soft
feathers
Under
the
pale
moon
light
Doing
what...
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