作词 : Hart
Six years old 
And the summer was cold and 
Once again we were movin' on 
My old man 
Well he don't understand 
Can't you see she cries again 
You gave us shelter 
Your arms could melt her 
You gave us all 
A good, good life 
She woke up one night 
With the world on her shoulders 
May sound funny 
But I think she felt free 
Here we go 
The wind blows 
Crossroad caravan 
No 'o On a caravan '
O no.