Seven Years — Norah Jones

Spinning, laughing, dancing to her favorite song A little girl with nothing wrong Is all alone

Eyes wide open Always hoping for the sun And she'll sing her song to anyone that comes along

Fragile as a leaf in autumn Just fallin to the ground Without a sound

Crooked little smile on her face Tells a tale of grace Thats all her own

Spinning, laughing, dancing to her favorite song A little girl with nothing wrong and she's all alone.