It was a day when I was Seventeen,
It was a day in the spring.
And I knew that I would fly away,
Yeah I knew I had to leave.
And they said it was a tragedy,
Rivers run so wild and free.
And my friends and all my family,
How they all would have to grieve.
But I would stay Seventeen.
Well, the water’s overtaken me,
With a chill down to the bone.
When I went around that river bend,
Boys, I knew that I was going home.
But the others that had been with me,
On the safety of the shore,
Well, they ran up to the hill to see,
And they saw no sign of me at all.
But I would stay Seventeen.
Well, the hill where they would bury me
Shone like velvet in the sun.
And the preacher and my family,
They all said that I had died too young.
But the others that had been with me
On that fateful riverside
Through my death their hearts were sealed
and their lives forever twined.
But I would stay forever Seventeen.
It was a day when I was Seventeen,
It was a day in the spring.
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