By the shores of Gitche Gumee, |
By the shining Big-Sea-Water, |
Stood the wigwam of Nokomis, |
Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis. |
Dark behind it rose the forest, |
Rose the black and gloomy pine-trees, |
Rose the firs with cones upon them; |
Bright before it beat the water, |
Beat the clear and sunny water, |
Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water. |