Edge Of Seventeen


And the days go by
Like a strand in the wind
In the web that is my own
I begin again
Said to my friend, baby
Nothin' else mattered

She was no more than a baby then
Well she seemed broken hearted
Something within her
But the moment that I first laid
Eyes on her all alone
On the edge of seventeen

Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singing
Ooo ooo ooo
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singing
Ooo ooo ooo

I went today maybe I will go again
Tomorrow
And the music there it was hauntingly
Familiar
And I see you doing
What I try to do for me
With the words from a poet
And the voice from a choir
And a melody nothing else mattered







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