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...
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...