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Ken Medema - She Gonna Run lyrics
I have a daughter of sixteen summers, Gentle child and fair, And she waits, like a young colt, at the edge of the yard, For the scent of the wild in the air; And she looks back at me, from her place on the wall, With the brash unconcern of the young, And I wish I could scream, or pull on a string, But I can’t stop what I have begun. She’s gonna run— She’s gonna run— Sure as a baby is born, She’s gonna run. Well it seems like a life I can hardly recall, When I walked her to school in the rain; And I look at the changes that ruptured our home And I wish I could walk there again. And she talks on the phone, with the music on loud, And her accent is strange in my ear; And I look for the traces of the girl I once knew And it’s hard now to fight back the tears. She’s gonna run— She’s gonna run— Sure as a baby is born, She’s gonna run. Well we thought we could teach her the way through the woods But our breadcrumbs got lost in the snow; And the pieces we found will not fit in the puzzle, And they don’t play the games that we know. So I stand in the kitchen, with my open arms aching And I wonder just where I have been— And she stands on the wall, preparing to leap Into places where I’ve never been. She’s gonna run (to the end of the yard, through the end of the line) She’s gonna run (who’ll see the pitfalls, who’ll read the signs?) Sure as a baby is born, She’s gonna run. She’s gonna run (to the end of the yard, through the end of the line) She’s gonna run (who’ll see the pitfalls, who’ll read the signs?) Sure as a baby is born, She’s gonna run. |
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