Little Boy/If Wishes Were Horses

When I was a little boy

My mother said to me

Watch the newborn roses grow

It's a pretty sight to see

You my son shall blossom

As the flowers below

I will be your raindrops

You will be my rose

Ride through the gone days

The playgrounds of time

Where life was a game

And good fun was the prize

Where love was the buddies

That lived down the street

And pain was no root beer

Or cookies to eat

If wishes were horses

Then beggars would ride

On clouds of white stallions

With bright fiery eyes

Chasing stars into corners

Of yesterday's skies

If wishes were horses

Then beggars would ride