A baby with a baby Just barely seventeen My mother mourned her innocence As she bounced on her knee A daddy on the road Added to the tears and trials Like silver rain they fell upon this melancholy child
The sounds of my childhood still linger in my song my mother's lullaby that train that rain behind our home A whippoorwill on a windowsill- It should have made me smile But everything sounds lonely to a melancholy child
Now a restless blood runs in our family I thought I could outrun the emptiness inside of me So I went a little crazy, and I went a little wild Trying to outdistance my own melancholy child
I met a kind and gentle man who thinks the world of me When he looks my way, it's a woman that he sees But when I can't explain to him the tears that fill my eyes He takes me in his arms and rocks his melancholy child
You take a black Irish temper and some solemn Cherokee A Southern sense of humor and you got someone like me There are thorns on every rose, to this I'm reconciled They're just a little sharper to a melancholy child
And in my own babe's eyes, I see the signs of a melancholy child
Heaven! Help us all another melancholy child!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
