: Some children see Him lily white, The baby Jesus born this night. Some children see Him lily white, With tresses soft and fair. Some children see Him
I love it when you grind on me When you put it right on me All the faces that you make All the sounds you create When you put a little When you put a
Some children see Him lily white, The baby Jesus born this night. Some children see Him lily white, With tresses soft and fair. Some children see Him
Aunt Clara kept her bible right next to the phone In case she needed a quote while she talked to someone In my memory she smiles while the blessings said
He was born on easy streets Played so hard his feet They never touched the ground Never felt afraid Hour after shining hour No thought of time No parents
I'm a child of South Africa I'm a child of Vietnam I'm a child of Northern Ireland I'm a small boy with blood on his hands Yes I'm a child of the universe
Love was a lesson we tried to learn There were no exams to pass or fail Only heartbreaks Renew our faith Life was a lesson we've tried to learn There
Their spirits soar on high They wing with birds that float on by Your love and mine Their spirits with the breeze That gently plays the summer leaves
My little red book, day tripper UFO club, Pink Floyd, soft machine Talk about a heavy scene I'm a psychedelic child Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, flower power
Words and Music by Geoff Bullock Verse I'm your child, I give my life to you, Wholly available, Faithful and true. And in my life, Let your light be
Yeah, oh ooh yeah Jesus loves the little children All the children of the world Red and yellow, black and white They're all precious in his sight Jesus
One small child in a land of a thousand One small dream of a Savior tonight One small hand reaching out to the starlight One small Savior of life One
Refrain x2 J'vois en toi tout ce que j'aurais voulu etre Et croire en moi, les erreurs pour toi j'les ai faites Tu s'ras toujours tente de regarder
Tradução: The Barclay James Harvest. Criatura del universo.
Tradução: The Barclay James Harvest. Cincuenta Niño.
Tradução: The Barclay James Harvest. Hijos de los desaparecidos.
