He was not their kind, just a Sagamore
But fell in love with a Mohawk girl
Though their tribes were bitter enemies
White Dove made her choice to live in his world

United at last they lived happily
Their tribes found peace because of their love
And both were once again flourishing
They had been blessed by Heaven above

But one day her brother brought sad news
That their father would soon pass away
He asked to see her just one more time
That she should leave that very same day

So, White Dove rushed to find her husband
To tell him the news she had received
With a tear in her eye she told him
Immediately she had to leave

Hearing the news brought sorrow to him
With his loving wife he could not go
He had an old battle injury
That would cause him to travel too slow

But in his place he sent warriors
To protect her and act as her guide
Until the day that she would return
And once again be safe by his side

Still, he traveled with them as they left
Went only as far as he could go
The notch ended the journey for him
Of their progress he refused to slow

He drew his wife close and said farewell
Whispered to her that he would not sleep
Until she returned safely to him
Into his arms to forever keep

Sadly he returned to his village
Kept himself busy trying to cope
Thoughts of her dancing played in his mind
On long, dark nights he missed her the most

In midnight dreams she would come to him
Singing sweet songs like that of a dove
Telling him just how much she missed him
And reinforcing their tender love

The summer passed by very slowly
Only the dreams soothed his poor heart
Quite often he prayed and asked of God
"How much longer must we be apart?"

On the day that he felt she'd return
He rode out to the very same place
Where long ago they had bid farewell
Longing once again to touch her face

But quickly the days turned into weeks
The harvesting time had come and gone
All his smoke signals went unanswered
His heart was breaking, he felt forlorn

Now the winter's storms were threatening
The temperature dropped every day
His braves came to build shelter for him
Until her return, right there he'd stay

Then one of the braves stood up to him
Said, "You cannot stay here all alone
Though a brave warrior you may be
Still, you will not survive on this stone"

But nothing they said could make him leave
He was much too determined to stay
His love for his wife so very strong
His foolish thinking they could not sway

As they mounted their horses to leave
They turned to bid him one last goodbye
But they were aghast by what they saw
The Sagamore's head filled the whole sky

The Creator had immortalized him
In what we knew as The Old Stone Face
His essence to forever remain
In this most sacred Indian place