77 Bombay Street Indian lyrics

there are 10 wild horses feeding on thegrass alone / watched by an indian he tries to catch themall / with his eagle on his shoulder talkingto the setting sun / he waits for the moment for thenight to come
hidden in the rocks watching the horses howthey run / they play in the river called bougos goldentongue / sending out his eagle to show him whereto go / it takes him to a foreign land he's never been before
i wished i were an indian going with the wind / i can fly with the butterflies no high-tech no rainy eyes / i'd
love to be an indian in mother nature's paradise / no co2 in the air i wished i was there
he awakes in the morning with the rising sun / his eagle and the horses they went away they`re gone / he tries to find his way back home to where he once belonged / but the world has changed into a place wheresomething has / gone wrong

this indian he's called tadero / he's the youngestson of big chief farero / and i believe he's still alive in hisbeautiful paradise / away from mother earthsomewhere in the universe