He came from the mountains to our little town And he never spoke a word But he pleiyed every day in a lovely way Little tunes I had never heard When he played his nute His eyes seemed to be like mirrors Of times gone by I don't know it I saw what I should not see But I looked into his heart I looked right into his heart
* He's an Indio Boy And his folks far away they are praying Indio Boy, come home when you're a man He's an Indio Boy And he longs for the girl who in waiting Indio Boy, come home as soon asyou can
I found out one evening only 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 and warm? He said, please let me be, for I am not free And I don't wanna break your heart I dont wanna break your heart
When early one morning I come to the place Where he used to play his flute He was gone, but a song that will never die Seemed to linger an the sky