He came from the mountains to our little town And he never spoke a word. But he played every day a lovely way Little tunes I had never heard. When he played his flute His eyes seemed be like mirrors of times gone by. don't know if I saw what I should not see But I looked right into his heart. I looked right into his heart.
I found out one only by chance Where he spent his lonely nights. There he slept in the church on the marble floor his flute lay by his side. As I woke him up and said ”Won't you come to my house where it's nice and warm” He said ”Please let me be, for am not free And I don't wanna break your heart I don't wanna break your heart”
When early one I came to the place Where he used to play his flute. He was gone but a song that will never die to linger on in the sky. He's an Indio boy And his far away they are praying Indio boy come home when you are a man.
He's an Indio Boy and he longs for the girl is waiting Indio Boy come home as soon as you can..