Ian Hunter The Ballad Of Little Star
(Ian Hunter) You don't look a day over ten so why be Do you have to pretend to be older than you are Beads and mirrors by your body And in some roadside bar you feel the pain Little Star Lost on a merrygo round, on the game You can never be found cause you don't know who you are The reservation killed your nation And in some tourists car you feel the pain Little Star You know you know We grow and grow We never slow We always win And you feel lost And you feel crossed And you feel tossed Just like the wind Your father will have told you of the wind Bowed those fine heads that, once proud, roamed the plains They sought nothing to gain 'til our fathers civilised And broken hearted arrows roamed the skies Then you were born to feel the pain Little Star You know you know We grow and grow We never slow We always win And you feel lost And you feel crossed And you feel tossed Just like the wind You know you know We grow and grow We never slow We always win And you feel lost And you feel crossed And you feel tossed Just like the wind Your father will have told you of the wind