| Lyrics: | She has no fear of failure, she's not bent with broken dreams.
For the future's just beginning
when you're always seventeen
It was nineteen sixty-one when we went to Washington;
she
put her arms around me and said, "Camelot's begun."
We listened to his visions of how our land
should be;
we gave him our hearts and minds to send across the sea.
Nineteen sixty-three,
white and black upon the land;
she brought me to the monuments and made us all join
hands.
And scarcely six months later she held me through the night
when we heard what had
happened in that brutal Dallas light.
Oh, she is always seventeen;
she has a dream that
she will lend us and a love that we can borrow.
There is so much joy inside her she will even
share her sorrow;
she's our past, our present, and our promise of tomorrow.
Oh, truly she's
the only hope I've seen, and she is always seventeen.
It was nineteen sixty-five and we
were marching once more
from the burning cities against a crazy war.
Memphis, L.A. and
Chicago we bled through sixty-eight
till she took me up to Woodstock saying with love it's not
too late.
We started out the seventies living off the land;
she was sowing seeds in Denver
trying to make me understand
that mankind is woman and woman is man,
and until we free each
other we cannot free the land.
Oh, she is always seventeen;
she has a dream that she
will lend us and a love that we can borrow.
There is so much joy inside her she will even share
her sorrow;
she's our past, our present, and our promise of tomorrow.
Oh, truly she's the
only hope I've seen, and she is always seventeen.
Nineteen seventy-two, I'm at the end of
my rope,
but she was picketing the White House chanting,-aca |
