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