A Perfect Indian |
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A Perfect Indian Lyrics |
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 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 |
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