Songtexte She Is Always Seventeen - Harry Chapin
                                                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,? 
                                                A.C.A.?
 
                                    
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