Six years old
And the summer was cold and
Once again we were movin` on
My old man
Well he don`t understand
Can`t you see she cries again
You gave us shelter
Your arms could melt her
You gave us all
A good, good life
She woke up one night
With the world on her shoulders
May sound funny
But I think she felt free
Here we go
The wind blows
Crossroad caravan
No `o
On a caravan
`O no.
