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