Pam Tillis - Melancholy Child lyrics
[Pam Tillis - Melancholy Child lyrics]
A baby with a baby just barely seventeen
My mother mourned her innocence
As she bounced on her knee
A daddy on the road
Added to the tears and trials
Like silver rain they fell
Upon this melancholy child
The sounds of my childhood still
Linger in my song
My mother's lullaby that train that
Rain behind our home
A whippoorwill on a windowsill- It
Should have made me smile
But everything sounds lonely to
A melancholy child
Now a restless blood runs in our family
I thought I could outrun the
Emptiness inside of me
So I went a little crazy
And I went a little wild
Trying to outdistance my own melancholy child
I met a kind and gentle man
Who thinks the world of me
When he looks my way
It's a woman that he sees
But when I can't explain to him
The tears that fill my eyes
He takes me in his arms
And rocks his melancholy child
You take a black Irish temper
And some solemn Cherokee
A Southern sense of humor and
You got someone like me
There are thorns on every rose
To this I'm reconciled
They're just a little sharper
To a melancholy child
And in my own babe's eyes
I see the signs of a melancholy child
Heaven! Help us all another melancholy child!
My mother mourned her innocence
As she bounced on her knee
A daddy on the road
Added to the tears and trials
Like silver rain they fell
Upon this melancholy child
The sounds of my childhood still
Linger in my song
My mother's lullaby that train that
Rain behind our home
A whippoorwill on a windowsill- It
Should have made me smile
But everything sounds lonely to
A melancholy child
Now a restless blood runs in our family
I thought I could outrun the
Emptiness inside of me
So I went a little crazy
And I went a little wild
Trying to outdistance my own melancholy child
I met a kind and gentle man
Who thinks the world of me
When he looks my way
It's a woman that he sees
But when I can't explain to him
The tears that fill my eyes
He takes me in his arms
And rocks his melancholy child
You take a black Irish temper
And some solemn Cherokee
A Southern sense of humor and
You got someone like me
There are thorns on every rose
To this I'm reconciled
They're just a little sharper
To a melancholy child
And in my own babe's eyes
I see the signs of a melancholy child
Heaven! Help us all another melancholy child!