Indio Boy

He came from the mountains to our little town
And he never spoke a word
But he played every day in a lovely way
Little tunes I had never heard
When he played his flute
His eyes seemed to be like mirrors of times gone by
I 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 evening by chance
Where he spent his lonely nights
There he slept in the church on the marble floor
And 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 I am not free
And I don´t wanna break your heart".
"I don´t wanna break your heart"
When early one morning I came to the place
Where he used to play his flute
He was gone,but a song that will never die
Seemed to linger on in the sky
He´s an Indio boy
And his folks,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 who is waiting
Indio boy,come home as soon as you can
He´s an Indio boy till the day he will be a man.