Edge of Seventeen (Live)
 

Written by S. Nicks

Just like the white-winged dove Sings a song...sounds like she's singing Whoo...whoo..whoo Just like the white-winged dove Sings a song...sounds like she's singing Ooo baby...ooo...said ooo And the days go by Like a strand in the wind In the web that is my own I begin again Said to my friend, baby Nothing else mattered here He was no more than a baby then Well, he seemed broken-hearted... It was something within him But the moment that I first laid Eyes on him...all alone Somewhere on the edge of seventeen Just like the white-winged dove Sings a song...sounds like she's singing Ooo...ooo...ooo Just like the white-winged dove Sings a song...sounds like she's singing Ooo...ooo...ooo Well, I went today Maybe I will go again tomorrow Well, well, well, the music there Well, it was hauntingly familiar And I see you doing What I try to do for me With the words from a poet And a voice from a choir And a melody... Nothing else mattered here Just like the white-winged dove Sings a song...sounds like she's singing Ooo...ooo...ooo Just like the white-winged dove Sings a song...sounds like she's singing it to you Ooo baby...ooo...said ooo Well, the clouds never expect it When it rains But the sea changes color... But the sea Does not change
The sea, it does not change
It does not change, does it? So with the slow graceful flow Of age I went forth with an age-old Desire to please On the edge of seventeen Ooh....
Just like the white-winged dove Sings a song...sounds like she's singing Ooo...ooo...ooo Just like the white-winged dove Sings a song...sounds like she's singing Ooo baby...ooo...said ooo And then suddenly There was no one left standing In the hall Well, well, in a flood of tears That no one really ever heard fall at all but me
I went searching for an answer
Up the stairs...and down the hall I did not find an answer
But I did hear the call
Of a nightbird...singing... Come away...come now...come now
Just like the white-winged dove Sings a song...sounds like she's singing Ooo baby...ooo...said ooo Just like the white-winged dove Sings a song...sounds like she's singing Ooo baby...ooo...said ooo Well, I hear you in the morning
Baby, I hear you at nightfall
Sometimes to be near you
Is to be unable to hear you
My love
I'm a few years older than you are
My love
Just like the white-winged dove Sings a song...sounds like she's singing Ooo baby...ooo...said ooo Just like the white-winged dove Sings a song...sounds like she's singing it for you Ooo baby...ooo...said ooo

I hear the call of a nightbird I hear the call of a nightbird
I still hear the call of a nightbird He says, "Come away, come away, come away, come away now"

She says, "Somewhere deep in the middle of the night, baby...
I think about you"

She says, "Somewhere deep in the middle of the night, my baby...
I think about you"

She says, "I know what it sounds like, I know what it sounds like... I know what it sounds like... It sounds like... you"

I know what it sounds like
I know what it sounds like

I know what it sounds like

Originally Released on Bella Donna (1981)

Alternate Live Versions Appear on Enchanted (1998) and VH1 Storytellers (1999)

 


WEBMISTRESS speculates:

See the original for my thoughts on this song. The ending "Deep in the middle of the night..." ad lib section is very dramatic, my favorite one. This was recorded live with the Melbourne Symphony.

 

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