Song | Little Boy Soldier |
Artist | Wanda Jackson |
Album | Cream Of The Crop |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Putman | |
The train is late as we stand and wait in the cold cold rain | |
And my tiny son with his toy gun stands by me | |
In his soldier suit and a tiny flag clutched tightly in his hand | |
Little boy soldier little boy soldier waiting for his dad | |
The night wears on and his big brown eyes grow sleepy | |
He can't understand why mommy stands there weepin' | |
Why that should be the grandest time he and mommy ever had | |
Little boy soldier little boy soldier waiting for his dad | |
The train pulls in and his happy grin turns to surprise | |
Just a box of pine all covered fine with stars and stripes | |
With diverted look he wonders why his mommy looks so sad | |
Little boy soldier little boy soldier run to me his dad |
zuo ci : Putman | |
The train is late as we stand and wait in the cold cold rain | |
And my tiny son with his toy gun stands by me | |
In his soldier suit and a tiny flag clutched tightly in his hand | |
Little boy soldier little boy soldier waiting for his dad | |
The night wears on and his big brown eyes grow sleepy | |
He can' t understand why mommy stands there weepin' | |
Why that should be the grandest time he and mommy ever had | |
Little boy soldier little boy soldier waiting for his dad | |
The train pulls in and his happy grin turns to surprise | |
Just a box of pine all covered fine with stars and stripes | |
With diverted look he wonders why his mommy looks so sad | |
Little boy soldier little boy soldier run to me his dad |
zuò cí : Putman | |
The train is late as we stand and wait in the cold cold rain | |
And my tiny son with his toy gun stands by me | |
In his soldier suit and a tiny flag clutched tightly in his hand | |
Little boy soldier little boy soldier waiting for his dad | |
The night wears on and his big brown eyes grow sleepy | |
He can' t understand why mommy stands there weepin' | |
Why that should be the grandest time he and mommy ever had | |
Little boy soldier little boy soldier waiting for his dad | |
The train pulls in and his happy grin turns to surprise | |
Just a box of pine all covered fine with stars and stripes | |
With diverted look he wonders why his mommy looks so sad | |
Little boy soldier little boy soldier run to me his dad |