Inspired by a Chickasaw legend of Ghost of the White Deer

My grandmother was born of a white mother and Sioux father She was named White Fawn There was talk that night in the tepees of seeing The great white deer in the early dawn It was time for the hunt and the warriors were seeking This legendary white deer. They all had dreams of being the one To receive the gift of its powerful spirit CHORUS Great white deer Where do you come from Great white deer What do you run from Great white deer I see you in the clearing With seeking gaze standing tall You vanish into the woods At that moment was born a child A child named White Fawn The great white deer showed no challenge Standing there at the edge of the woods He walks in silence and in dreams Great grandfather was touched by its spirit He became as one with the Great Deer and knew The meaning of its gift CHORUS My grandmother was born Of a white mother and Sioux father She was named White Fawn...