Indian Was An Angel

E F#m Don't E F#m E F#m Long time coming to take my hand away E F#m She says nothing could take the pain away E F#m Something about discussions in the cave E F#m Something about a dream that can't be saved B F#m E A And all the easy faces running out of happy places G G/F# E Gone to the academy B F#m E A And plug each sonic lyre into the Navajo amplifier G G/F# E F#m For us to hear and see E F#m E F#m Little star went rolling up the hill E F#m Asked me to come and dance, I said, "I will" E F#m These are the days of preparation still E F#m Something is going to happen on that hill B F#m E A And all the easy faces running out of happy places G G/F# E Gone to the academy B F#m E A And plug each sonic lyre into the Navajo amplifier G G/F# E For us to hear and see B F#m E A And all the summoned graces manifest in different places G G/F# E There for us to see B F#m E A And little star keeps saying, "Indian was angel praying G G/F# E Calm and patiently G G/F# E For us also in wheat G G/F# E And save a place for me"