Once there was a boy who never
Tore his clothes, or hardly ever,
Never made his sister mad,
Never whipped for bein' bad,
Never scolded by his Ma,
Never frowned at by his Pa,
Always fit for folks to see,
Always good as good could be.
This good little boy from Heaven,
So I'm told, was only seven,
Yet he never shed real tears
When his mother scrubbed his ears,
An' at times when he was dressed
Fer a party, in his best,
He was careful of his shirt
Not to get it smeared with dirt.
Here I am, stumbling down the street
The rain's pouring down
I'm staring at my fe
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
The joke was very funny
She laughed a lot of tears
When suddenly her eye fell out
As long as the birds are singing,
As long as the fish can swim,
As long as the su
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I
You're the best thing to happen to me,
So let our love fly free.
You're my dream
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.
I am who I am, from my head to my toes.
