文本歌词

Kaw-Liga - Tommy Steele
Written by：Rose/Lionel Bart
Kaw liga was a wooden Indian standing
By the door
He fell in love with an Indian maid
Over in the antique store
Kaw liga
A just stood there
And never let it show
So she could never answer
Yes or no
He always wore his Sunday feathers
And held a tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads
And braids and hoped someday he'd talk
Kaw liga
A just stands
There as lonely as can be
And wishes he was still an old pine tree
Poor ol'
Kaw liga
He never got a kiss
Poor ol'
Kaw liga
He don't know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red
Kaw liga that poor ol' wooden head
Kaw liga was a lonely Indian
Lonely asking be
His heart was set on the Indian maiden
With the coal black hair
Kaw liga
A just stood there
And never let it show
She could never answer yes or no
Then one day a wealthy customer
Bought the Indian maid
And took her oh so far away
But ol' Kaw liga stayed
Kaw liga
A just stands
There as lonely as can be
And wishes he was still an old pine tree
Poor ol'
Kaw liga
He never got a kiss
Poor ol
Kaw liga
He don't know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red
Kaw liga that poor ol' wooden head