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