Little Boy

(альбом: Something Special - 1962)

When I was a little boy, my mother said to me
"Watch the new born roses grow. It's a pretty sight to see
You, my son, shall blossom as the flower below
I will be your raindrops. You will be my rose

Listen while I tell you of the beauty in the sky
There's a home for angels on the clouds so high
I must be an angel. In heaven I shall stay
If you ever need me, I'll hear each word you say"

Now her raindrops fall no more. Who will take her place?
Will I live to blossom full or wither into space?
Many times I wonder on the clouds above
Is it my dear mother who showers me with love?

When I was a little boy...