lördag 17 september 2011

Little Billy Boom

(Written Saturday, Sept. 17, 2011)
Hey-hey, smile at me, little Billy Boom
think of me when I´m in that Upper Room
You were always a fine and healthy child
Wish that we could have gone to Idlewild

In the distance, in the parlours where I sleep
no-one sighs, no-one cries and no-one weeps
Same procedure as any other year
How I loved you, my little Billy dear

Winter´s turning to spring and Billy Boom
will be running, when flowers are in bloom
I´ll be resting, far on the other side,
Have some fun for me, there in Idlewild!

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