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