A Perfect Indian

| Dm | Am | Dm | Am | | Dm | Am | Dm | Am | Dm Am Dm Am A Perfect Indian is he Dm Am Dm Am Remembering him life is sweet F C Like a weeping willow Dm Am His face on my pillow Dm Am Dm Am Comes to me still in my dreams Dm Am Dm Am And there I saw a young baby Dm Am Dm Am A beautiful daughter was she F C A face from a painting Dm Am Red cheeks and teeth aching Dm Am Dm Am Her eyes like a wild Irish sea Dm Am Dm Am On a table in her yellow dress Dm Am Dm Am For a photograph feigned happiness F C Dm Am Why in my life is that the only time Dm Am Dm Am That any of you will smile at me F C Dm Am I'm sailing on this terrible ocean Dm Am Dm Am I've come for my self to retrieve Dm Am Dm Am Too long have I been feeling like Lir's children Dm Am Dm Am And there's only one way to be free | Dm | Am | Dm | Am | | Dm | Am | Dm | Am | | F | C | Dm | Am | | Dm | Am | Dm | Am | Dm Am Dm Am He's shy and he speaks quietly Dm Am Dm Am He's gentle and he seems to me F C Like the elf-arrow Dm Am His face worn and harrowed Dm Am Dm Is he a daydreamer like me F C Dm Am I'm sailing on this terrible ocean Dm Am Dm Am I've come for my self to retrieve Dm Am Dm Am Too long have I been feeling like Lir's children Dm Am Dm And there's only one way to be free