A careful man I want to be – a little fellow follows me. I do not dare to go astray, for fear he’ll go the self-same way. I cannot once escape his eyes. Whatever he sees me do he tries. Like me he says he’s going to be – that little chap who follows me… He knows that I am big and fine – And believes in every word of mine. The base in me he must not see – that little chap who follows me… But after all it’s easier, that brighter road to climb, With little hands behind me – to push me all the time. And I reckon I’m a better man than what I used to be… Because I have this lad at home who thinks the world of me.
Posted on: Sun, 16 Jun 2013 17:42:25 +0000