I learned to be formal and polite
Cutting my hair once a month
And I delayed formality
Because I never liked society.
Wind from the south, oh April rain,
I want to know where I should go.
I don't want to be unable to grow
Learning the lessons in order to exist.
And I had many teachers from whom to learn,
They only knew their science and the duty,
No one was up to say one truth,
Always the fear was so great.
And time will bring some woman,
A poor house, years of learning
How to share a time of peace,
Our son will bring everything else,
He'll bring new answers to give.