Far beyond a little girl I was only seventeen when I left home I was only thirteen when I was grown You always said how I could have been mother born again Listen to my words I'm only singing to you Won't you listen to my words Beneath the skin of your perfect world Stands a man with a cruel hand and an empty heart And that empty house where I was born Kindled with such loving care I was never shown Listen to my words I'm only singing to you Won't you listen to my words Listen to my words I'm only singing to you Won't you listen to my words