I Can See My Husband Riding

I can see my husband riding across Montana plains,
With his uniform of buckskin, and his hands upon the reins,
With his yellow hair a-flowing,
And his eyes like baby blue.
General George Custer, my husband, I love him true.

He s riding with the soldiers of the Seventh Calvary;
On that river known as Yellowstone, they ride courageously
They re searching for those Indians,
That tribe that s known as Sioux
General George Custer, he knows just what to do.

I can see my husband riding home, to see his loving wife,
He says he won the battle and the soldiers saved his life,
At the Little Big Horn River&
Now the Indian Wars are through
General George Custer, he knows I love him true.

And that was twenty years ago, it s part of history,
And I realized my dream was a widow s fantasy.
I put a wreath upon his grave, and I bid his soul adieu&
General George Custer, in heaven where dreams come true.
1987