Long black hair
Yellow sandals
A bag full of dreams

She wanted so much
Wanted so little


Meets a boy so tender
He treats you
Like you're a queen

Eilline
You are so pretty


And I know
You've had your guardian angel
This lady is so much older

She taught you how to walk,
To talk,
To stand in a room


She gave you your first make up
Took you to Paris

Taught you how to watch,
To touch,
To feel a painting


Long, white veil
With a smile in the rain

Nothing could compare,
She swears
"I'll be happy"


Finds her way to the big city
I'm dreaming

Of a home in the sun
She says
"Someday I'll have it"


Eilline


Carrying this baby
And you talk to him,
And make him listen music

Even inside of you

Sweet Eiline


Always loved and hated
Born in the wrong place

It's so hard to be different
So hard to be you