My young man wears a frown
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With his eyes all closed and his head bowed down,
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My young man never sleeps.
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The rain it falls upon his back
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The dust before his eyes is black,
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Oft the times, oft the times my young man weeps.
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My young man wears a coat,
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Once, long ago, a bonnie coat
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Which my young man wore with pride.
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Now I dress the coat all on his back,
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For love for him I will not lack,
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But to see it now, that collier¡¯s coat, I can¡¯t abide.
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My young man, where¡¯s he gone?
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Once in his eyes my whole world shone
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Now my young man he looks away.
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Man and wife we used to be
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Now he¡¯s like a child upon my knee
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And in my arms I help my young man through the day.
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A young girl no more am I
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But I shall not weep and I will not cry,
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For my young man needs me still.
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If someone¡¯s watching up above
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You¡¯ll see how much my dear I love,
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So leave him here, I need him now and always will.
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Oh if someone¡¯s watching up above
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You¡¯ll see how much my dear I love,
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My Young Man
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| Kate Rusby |
