Letra de A Perfect India

A perfect indian is he Remembering him life is sweet Like a weeping willow His face was on my pillow Comes to me still in my dreams And there i saw a young baby A beatiful 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 fotograph 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 retrive Too long have i been feeling like Lir's children And there is only one way to be free He's shy and speaks quietly He's gentle and seems to me Like the elf-arrow His face worn and narrowed Is he a daydreamer like me