That any of you will smile at me是什么歌

A Perfect Indian
sing by Sinead OCornner
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
Im sailing on this terrible ocean
Ive come for my self to retrieve
Too long have I been feeling like Lirs children
And theres only one way to be free
Hes shy and he speaks quietly
Hes gentle and he seems to me
Like the elf-arrow
His face worn and harrowed
Is he a daydreamer like me
Im sailing on this terrible ocean
Ive come for my self to retrieve
Too long have I been feeling like Lirs children
And theres only one way to be free