Dewey Kincade

Lyrics

She was only 17,
When he looked into her eyes,
He thought he had seen it all,
But she knew only of surprise.

He took her quite unaware,
With a heart beyond repair,
She was not too proud to stare,
She was not too tired to care.

Now everything has come undone,
Again the cycle has begun,
He was far too old to love,
For Death lied not far beyond,
She had never known a loss,
And only knew the morning song.

She said, "I will set you free,"
And he replied most bitterly,
"Though I have searched the seven seas,
There's no such thing as liberty."

She took a hold of his hand,
And begged him to understand,
And he felt the Spring song reprise,
As he gazed through her sun-wept eyes.

Now everything has come undone,
Again the cycle has begun,
He was far too old to love,
For Death lied not far beyond,
She had never known a loss,
And only knew the morning song.

He felt something deep inside,
Something beyond age and youth,
And found again his spirit cried,
To embrace some eternal truth.

And one night when the song was wild,
He 'scaped from where their bed was made,
To wander like a little child,
And go beyond, now unafraid.

Now everything has become one
And time and tide have come undone.
He was far too old to love,
For Death lied not far beyond,
She had never known a loss,
And only knew the morning song.