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 He came from the mountains to  little town
 And he never spoke  word.
 But he played every  in a lovely way
 Little tunes I had  heard.
 When he  his flute
 His eyes seemed to  like mirrors of times gone by.
 I don't know if I saw  I should not see
 But I looked right into  heart.
 I  right into his heart.
 
 I found out one  only by chance
 Where he spent his lonely 
 There he slept in the church  the marble floor
  his flute lay by his side.
  I woke him up and said
  you come to my house where it's nice and warm”
 He said
 ”Please let me be,  I am not free
 And I don't wanna  your heart
 I don't  break your heart”
 
 When early one morning I came to  place
 Where he used  play his flute.
 He was gone
 but a song that will never 
 Seemed to  on in the sky.
  an Indio boy
 And his folks far  they are praying
 Indio boy come home when you are  man.
 
 He's an  Boy
 and  longs for the girl who is waiting
 Indio Boy come home as  as you can..