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