I was born the middle of three boys
Trouble on the run always making noise
Oh to be young tonight I dream
To play once again with my brothers
I would scream

My younger brother now he’s one fine drummer
But he makes his way working with wood
I guess that’s just like Jesus
But he’s no angel he’s my younger brother
A carpenter for good

My older brother’s gone to be a gypsy
Travelling the world searching for a home
He calls now and again but not too often
I wish he’d call tonight
I’m feeling alone

  Oh to be young and to play once again
  With my brothers like we used to do
  Oh to be young and to fight once again
  With my brothers like we used to do

Here I sit and play for you my song
It came to me one night after praying hard and long
I was born the middle of three sons
I’ve never known the joy
Of a sister and her fun