Little Boy

[Verse 1]
When I was a little boy, my true love said to me
"Watch the newborn roses grow, it's a pretty sight to see
You, my love, shall blossom as the flower below
I will be your raindrop, you will be my rose

[Verse 2]
Listen while I tell you of a beauty in the sky
There's a home for angels on the cloud so high
I must be an angel, in Heaven I will stay
If you'll ever need me, I'll hear each word you pray"

[Verse 3]
Now, her raindrops fall no more, who will take her place?
Will I live to blossom full or wither into space?
Many times I wonder of the clouds above
Is it my beloved who showers me with love?