Lyrics Crossroad Caravan - Corey Hart
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.
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