High on a mountain, with a helmut of cloud
Pushed a baby blue flag into the snow on the ground
Saw something move way back down on the ground.
Knew it was you & it turned me around.
I was running but my legs were all ice.
Rolling down the mountain like a runaway dice.
Down to the valley where the world was still green.
And the wind & the ice were still aclinging to me.
But I knew it was you, and I knew it was spring.
and I knew these lines would never criss-cross again.
I knew these lines could never hold in the wind.
And I had to tell my Indian friend goodbye.
You were dwarfed by the size of your pack.
It held you down like a stone on your back.
You had a pail with a heart on one side.
I assumed you had provisions inside
And I had to tell my Indian friend goodbye.
You’re walking west with your back to the wind.
The sun is setting like the heart of a friend.
My tears are melting & theres blood on my shin.
But I had to tell my Indian Friend goodbye.
Last night I dreamed as the wind blew around.
Shaking my tent like a pebble it found.
Just like a giant kicking boulders around.
I was afraid of being ripped from the ground.
But I dreamed of you far below on the ground.
Walking through the valley with a whistleing sound.
Making your way into some far away town.
I assumed that you had business in town.
And I had to tell my Indian friend goodbye.
Running down a mountain aint the easiest thing.
When you know you have to climb up again.
When provisions are short & your ankle is sprained.
When your tears are unfrozen & they’re falling like rain.
But I had to tell my indian friend good bye.
Well its certainly true that you have places to go.
I noticed your lunchbox is padlocked in gold.
The gold will be sold in a far away land.
You’ll walk in like a tear drop &
and they’ll make you a man.
Do you think I’ll make it up the mountain again?
Do you think I’ll be climbing with my back to the wind?
Will a flag be waiting like the heart of a friend?
Will the clouds fall on me like a helmet again?
Will my tears freeze & stay in one place?
Will they cover up the blood on my face?
Will the blood walk away from my fingers again.
After racing up to shake your hand.
You’ll do well with your locket of gold.
You’ll buy flowers & beer with the locket you sold.
The words we exchanged will grow dusty and old.
You won’t remember them until you grow old.
Then you’ll glance up to take a look at the sky.
You’ll salute to the clouds & you’ll tell them goodbye.
And you ll think of the time someone told you goodbye.
Rolled off a mountain like a rock from the sky.
Watched you walk with your back to the wind.
The sun was setting like the heart of a friend.
My tears were melting there was blood on my shin.
But I had to tell my Indian Friend goodbye.