Judy Collins - Born To The Breed

Judy Collins

Born To The Breed

I was only nineteen
The morning you were born
With your hair fine and red
And your eyes like my own

Barely a woman
With only a song
I sang to keep you smilin
And held you all night long

Home through the streets
With you in my arms
Cold winter mornings
In a Colorado town

I've seen you stumble
You've watched me fall
You know I've got nothing
You know we've got it all

Rain comes down and the trucks rollin by
Does that old parka keep you dry?
Sixteen years old, out on the road
Tryin' to get to the sky

Back in September
You call'd me on the phone
"Ma, you know I love you,
But I gotta be own my own
Comes a time in a boy's life
When he's got to be a man,
Please don't try to find me
Please try to understand."

Got me a job in a rock and roll band
Gonna try to see if I can get by
Sixteen years old, out on the road,
Trying to get to the sky.

I've watched you grow
Thru all these years
You've seen me stumble
I've watched your tears

Sometimes there were roses
Sometimes it was thorns
But I know you're gonna make it
As sure as you were born
And I hope from what you wanted
You get what you need
I know your gonna make it
You were born to the breed
Sixteen years old
Out on the road,
Trying to get to the sky

Mirror lyrics:

Trying to get to the sky
Out on the road,
Sixteen years old
You were born to the breed
I know your gonna make it
You get what you need
And I hope from what you wanted
As sure as you were born
But I know you're gonna make it
Sometimes it was thorns
Sometimes there were roses

I've watched your tears
You've seen me stumble
Thru all these years
I've watched you grow

Trying to get to the sky.
Sixteen years old, out on the road,
Gonna try to see if I can get by
Got me a job in a rock and roll band

Please try to understand."
Please don't try to find me
When he's got to be a man,
Comes a time in a boy's life
But I gotta be own my own
"Ma, you know I love you,
You call'd me on the phone
Back in September

Tryin' to get to the sky
Sixteen years old, out on the road
Does that old parka keep you dry?
Rain comes down and the trucks rollin by

You know we've got it all
You know I've got nothing
You've watched me fall
I've seen you stumble

In a Colorado town
Cold winter mornings
With you in my arms
Home through the streets

And held you all night long
I sang to keep you smilin
With only a song
Barely a woman

And your eyes like my own
With your hair fine and red
The morning you were born
I was only nineteen

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