Little Indian

Little Indian - Unni Wilhelmsen

Written by：Unni Wilhelmsen

It's so cold my make up's freezin' to my face

While I remember something from long ago

My train won't come so I look down to check

If my feet are still where they ought to be

And then a smile enters my face

And I'm back

A smiles praise

Across my face

'Cause in my purse

Between the pages of a book

I keep the feather of a black crow

I'm afraid to damage it

'Cause it's not the easiest thing

To get hold of in the middle of the winter

I'm gonna give it to someone when I find him

I'm gonna give it to someone when I find him

And he's a spiritual soul

Just passin' through

With a peaceful feather in his hair

He's tryin' to figure out what to do

His solitary honesty won't get him there

I'm like a child exited on Christmas Eve

Only this time it's the other way around

I can't wait to see his face

When he opens his eyes

To find out what's tickling his nose

I bet he thought that I would forget

I guess he thought that I would forget

And he's a spiritual soul

Just passin' through

With a peaceful feather in his hair

He's tryin' to figure out what to do

His solitary honesty won't get him there

He's a little Indian with his own team of Gods

Providing wisdom in his dreams at night

His personality contains an entire tribe

He takes his love and his hate

And turns it into concepts

Of music and sound

He turns it into concepts

Of music and sound

'Cause he's a spiritual soul

Just passin' through

With a peaceful feather in his hair

He's tryin' to figure out what to do

His solitary honesty

His solitary honesty

His solitary honesty won't get him there

Oh no it won't get him there

I say it won't get him there

Bet it won't get him there