O! my Minnehaha; O, my Laughing Water,
Do not leave me thus;
You were my moonlight, starlight, firelight
You were the sunshine of my life,
Whispering to her in her slumbers:
Though you are far from me
In the land of Sleep and Silence,
Still the voice of love should reach you!
Nokomis, sorrowfully, resignedly:
She is dead, the Laughing Water!