Sinead OConnor A Perfect Indian (live)

live performance in spain A Perfect Indian is he Remembering him life is sweet Like a weeping willow His face on my pillow 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 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 He s shy and he speaks quietly He s gentle and he seems to me Like the elfarrow His face worn and harrowed Is he a daydreamer like me 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, 39