Kaw‐Liga Lyrics

Elijah was a wooden Indian standing by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maid over in an antique store
Elijah yo ho
He stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no

Poor old Elijah, he never got a kiss
Poor old Elijah, he don′t know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red
Elijah, that poor old wooden head

He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk
The maiden wore beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk
Elijah yo ho
He stood there as lonely as can be
And wishing he was still an old pine tree

Poor old Elijah, he never got a kiss
Poor old Elijah, he don′t know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red
Elijah, that poor old wooden head

And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid
He took her oh so far away, and old Elijah stayed
Elijah yo ho
He stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no

Poor old Elijah, he never got a kiss
Poor old Elijah, he don't know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red
Elijah, that poor old wooden head