Ken Nordine
Little Boy Blue
The little toy dog is covered with dustBut sturdy and stanch he standsAnd the little toy soldier is red with rustAnd his musket moulds in his handsTime was when the little toy dog was newAnd the soldier was passing fairAnd that was the time when our Little Boy BlueKissed them and put them there"Now, don't you go till I come," he said,"And don't you make any noise!"So, toddling off to his trundle-bedHe dreamt of the pretty toysAnd, as he was dreaming, an angel songAwakened our Little Boy BlueOh! the years are many, the years are longBut the little toy friends are trueAy, faithful to Little Boy Blue they standEach in the same old placeAwaiting the touch of a little handThe smile of a little faceAnd they wonder, as waiting the long years throughIn the dust of that little chairWhat has become of our Little Boy BlueSince he kissed them and put them there
From Letras Mania