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