The sunlight hits
the city As a hammer hits the glow The
gypsy waves farewell to me As I hit the
poppy road I'm a wild child, I'm a wild
child
I'm standing on the hillside With
two rainbows in my hair One is for the
living love The other for the dead I'm
a wild child, I'm a wild child
I hear the sound of voices And a working
day begins My souvenir is misfortune And
a burning heart within I'm a wild child,
I'm a wild child
The echo of a guitar And the singers
standing by They tell about the future But
they never tell me why I'm a wild child,
I'm a wild child
The world is in my hands The sorrow
in my name Since I heard you cry for
me I've never been the same I'm a
wild child, I'm a wild child
I'm throwing down a coin Into the
wishing well I hear it hits the water As
a rambler hits the trail I'm a wild child,
I'm a wild child
So when you see me passing by Looking
for some help Don't talk, don't laugh,
don't criticize But care about yourself I'm
a wild child, I'm a wild child
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