Little Boy - The Kingston Trio

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