Lyrics

The Boy Johnsmith Blue Pine Music ASCAP

When we were kids, on seventh street
The leaves would turn, on the old maple tree
And all us kids, would rake the colors
Into a pile, and bury each other

The smell of fall, was everywhere
A clear blue sky, crisp fresh air
For the little boy, It filled his heart
Full of joy

The little boy, rode the carousel
Through the seasons and through the years until
He found himself, all grown and runnin’
On the ole treadmill, working day and night,
To get ahead of something

The more he ran, the less he felt
A fading shadow, of his old self
Somehow the boy, had lost his heart
Full of joy

Where does it go, where does it hide
Why’s it so hard sometimes to find
When I breathe, step by step
I find the peace, beneath each breath

Now the little boy, is a little old man
Walking by the sea, his barefeet in the sand
He hears the seagulls, feels the sun on his face
He says a prayer of thanks, that he’s found his way
Now the little boy, fills his heart full of joy
Now the little old man, fills his heart again, full of joy