Young Lynn
© Colby Crehan 2007

Young Lynn came down
To find his newborn child
But the mother, she’s been exiled

And young Lynn Cohen had to look all night long
I can’t help you, son, you’re out on your own

Corrita
I never wanted you to go
What will you do in the cold

And young Lynn Cohen had to look all night long
I can’t help you, son, you’re out on your own

That babe was quiet
Him being just two hours old
He had no fear in his soul

And young Lynn Cohen had to look all night long
I can’t help you, son, you’re our on your own
So faster he ran, and faster he prayed
Until his ears they rang with his first born’s name