See the little children laugh and sing..laugh and sing.
Fantasy is such a common thing..common thing.
Love is why the flowers grow, of all the red and blue.
I wish they never had to know, love can hurt them, too.
See the little children laugh and sing..laugh and sing.
#2.
See the little children running by..running by.
Happiness is dancing in each eye..in each eye.
And love is just a mountain tall, where Angels
learn to sing.
How could they know that Angels fall,
before they grow their wings?
See the little children running by..running by.
#3.
See the little children on their way..on their way.
Give them kisses, candy and today..And today.
Tomorrow will be soon enough to know what we speak of.
Tomorrow will be soon enough to know the hurt of love.
See the little children on their way...
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.
