Seven Years

I like it, as a poem, or with melody.


Seven Years
Norah Jones

Spinning, laughing, dancing to
Her favorite song
A little girl with nothing wrong
Is all alone
Eyes wide open
Always hoping for the sun
And she’ll sing her song to anyone
That comes along
Fragile as a leaf in autumn
Just fallin’ to the ground
Without a sound
Crooked little smile on her face
Tells a tale of grace
That’s all her own
Spinning, laughing, dancing to her favorite song
A little girl with nothing wrong
And she’s all alone