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 appear
In this fantastic dress.
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 appear
In this fantastic dress.