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 ???’s childern
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 elf-arrow
His face worn and harrowed
Is he a daydreamer like me

Jackie left on a cold, dark night
Telling me he’d be home
Sailed the seas for a hundred years
Leaving me all alone

And I’ve been dead for twenty years
I’ve been washing the sand with my ghostly tears
Searching the shores for my Jackie-oh

I remember the day the young man came
Said, “your Jackie’s gone, he got lost in the rain”

And I ran to the beach
And laid me down

“You’re all wrong”, I said
And they stared at the sand
“That man knows that sea like the back of his hand
He’ll be back some time
laughing at you”

And I’ve been waiting all this time
For my man to come, take his hand in mine
And lead me away
To unseen shores

I’ve been washing the sand with my salted tears
Searching the shore these long years
And I’ll walk the sea forever more
Till I find my Jackie oh
Till I find my Jackie oh
Till I find my Jackie oh
Jackie oh
Jackie oh
Jackie oh

I am stretched on your grave
And will lie there forever
If your hands were in mine
I’d be sure we’d not sever
My apple tree my brightness
It’s time we were together
For I smell of the earth
And am worn by the weather

When my family thinks
That I’m safe in my bed
From night until morning
I am stretched at your head
Calling out to the air
With tears hot and wild
My grief for the girl
That I loved as a child

Do you remember
The night we were lost
In the shade of the blackthorn
And the chill of the frost
Thanks be to Jesus
We did what was right
And your maiden head still
Is your pillar of light

The priests and the friars
Approach me in dread
Because I still love you
My love and you’re dead
I still would be your shelter
Through rain and through storm
And with you in your cold grave
I cannot sleep warm

So I’m stretched on your grave
And will lie there forever
If you hands were in mine
I’d be sure we’d not sever
My apple tree my brightness
It’s time we were together
For I smell of the earth
And am worn by the weather

all the days are long
till the baby comes
god will take all fear
if you say this clear

i am enough for myself
i don’t need anything else
i am enough for myself

i am dead, am i?
i am dead, am i?
i am enough for myself