the kingston trio
little boy
Mike Settle  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.     