Tender is the night. So tender is the night. There's no one in the world. Except the two of us. . Should tomorrow. Find us disenchanted. We have shared a love.
Take me back to the black hills. The black hills of Dakota. To the beautiful Indian country. That I love. . Lost my heart in the black hills. The black hills of Dakota.
Oh the Deadwood Stage is a-rollin' on over the plains. With the curtains flappin' and the driver slappin' the reins. A beautiful sky, a wonderful day.