The fresh snowfall was glowing in the full light of the moon 
The silhouettes of leafless trees were black against the sky 
The ice around the island was reflecting Ursa Major 
As a young and fearless warrior on a blanket he did lie

Anger and confusion were what he felt that evening 
As up an oak tree he did climb to play his tragic song 
For the woman that he loved, she was the daughter of the chief 
And though they longed to marry the chief would not go along

His robe slipped off his shoulders; as he reached to pull it back 
He felt the hand of his true love was gently resting there 
His broken heart was mended and a smile came to his face 
As he drew her close beside him and he gently stroked her hair

On their way back to the village they were walking on the path 
When suddenly they both did hear strange footsteps on the ground 
And with a roar a great white bear swept up the Indian maiden 
And a shriek went up so loud it could be heard for miles around

The brave young warrior dashed back home and grabbed his gleaming knife 
And in a flash the bear was lying lifeless in the snow 
The chief was thankful to the brave and finally gave his blessing 
And another feather in his headdress he did proudly show

For years thereafter their young children happily did play 
On the floor that they had covered with the tanned hide of the bear 
And it's been said that on that island on a winter's night 
The white bear's ghost is still out prowling in the moonlight there 

Centerpoint Elementary / ISD# 624 
White Bear Lake, MN

**Our city is named after its biggest body of water, White Bear Lake. Our fourth and fifth grade core group wrote this ballad with Cam Waters, a blues musician. They were inspired by the legend of how our lake got its name.