A Perfect Indian is he
Remembering him life is sweet
Like a weeping willow
His face on my pillow
Comes to me still in my dreams
And there I saw a young baby
A beautiful daughter was she
A face from a painting
Red cheeks and teeth aching
Her eyes like a wild Irish sea
On a table, in her yellow dress
For a photograph feigned happiness
Why in my life is that the only time
That any of you will smile at me
I`m sailing on this terrible ocean
I`ve come for my self to retrieve
Too long, have I been feeling like Lir`s children
And there`s only one way to be free
He`s shy and he speaks quietly
He`s gentle and he seems to me
Like the elf-arrow his face worn and harrowed
Is he a daydreamer like me?
I`m sailing on this terrible ocean
I`ve come for my self to retrieve
Too long, have I been feeling like Lir`s children
And there`s only one way to be free
© EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC.;
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