(David Crosby)
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When I was a young man I found an old dream,
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Was as battered and worn a one as you have ever seen.
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But I made it some new wings and painted the nose,
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And I wished so hard up in the air I rose, singing
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Carry me, carry me
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Carry me above the world
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Carry me, carry me, carry me.
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And I once loved a girl
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she was younger than me
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Her parents kept her locked up in their life
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and she was crying at night,
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and she was wishing she could be free.
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'Course mostly I remember her laughing
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Standing there watching us play.
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For a while there, the music would take her away
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and she'd be singing
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Carry me, carry me
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Carry me above the world
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Carry me, carry me
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Carry me above the world.
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And then there was my mother:
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she was lying in white sheets there/and she was waiting to die.
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She said, "If you'd just reach underneath this bed
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and untie these weights,
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I could surely fly.
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She's still smiling but she's tired,
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she'd like to hear that last bell ring.
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You know if she could she would
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stand up, and she could sing, singing:
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[‘horus:]
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Carry me, carry me
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Carry me above the world
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Carry me, carry me.
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Carry Me
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Crosby & Nash |