A Perfect Indian Lyrics

	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

	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 elfarrow
	His face worn and harrowed
	Is he a daydreamer like me

	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 elfarrow
	His face worn and harrowed
	Is he a daydreamer like me

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