Song | Little Folks |
Artist | The Charlie Daniels Band |
Album | The Roots Remain |
作词 : Daniels | |
Little folks are people too | |
Very much like me and you | |
The little things they say and do | |
They kinda make your day | |
Foolishness and common sense | |
Through the eyes of innocence | |
Skip a rope or jump a fence | |
Gettin' in the way | |
Daddy, why are you so tall? | |
Daddy, why am I so small? | |
Daddy, who makes snowflakes fall? | |
Could it be the Lord? | |
Chasing puppies, climbin' trees | |
Bumping heads and skinnin' knees | |
It's not very hard to see | |
That kids are God's reward | |
Little folks get down and out | |
The girls will cry and boys will pout | |
Before you know what it's about | |
They're smiling once again | |
Colored kites on summer breeze | |
Jingle Bells and Christmas trees | |
Too soon they're only memories | |
Do you remember when? | |
Daddy, what makes eagles fly? | |
What makes clouds float in the sky? | |
And Daddy, if I really try | |
Will I grow up someday? | |
But little folks slip through our hands | |
Like so many grains of sand | |
You'd best enjoy them while you can | |
So soon they fly away... |
zuò cí : Daniels | |
Little folks are people too | |
Very much like me and you | |
The little things they say and do | |
They kinda make your day | |
Foolishness and common sense | |
Through the eyes of innocence | |
Skip a rope or jump a fence | |
Gettin' in the way | |
Daddy, why are you so tall? | |
Daddy, why am I so small? | |
Daddy, who makes snowflakes fall? | |
Could it be the Lord? | |
Chasing puppies, climbin' trees | |
Bumping heads and skinnin' knees | |
It' s not very hard to see | |
That kids are God' s reward | |
Little folks get down and out | |
The girls will cry and boys will pout | |
Before you know what it' s about | |
They' re smiling once again | |
Colored kites on summer breeze | |
Jingle Bells and Christmas trees | |
Too soon they' re only memories | |
Do you remember when? | |
Daddy, what makes eagles fly? | |
What makes clouds float in the sky? | |
And Daddy, if I really try | |
Will I grow up someday? | |
But little folks slip through our hands | |
Like so many grains of sand | |
You' d best enjoy them while you can | |
So soon they fly away... |