If there were to be a man,
Joyful as a child. as he had been.
And play where he can;
With dirt and yet be clean.
Be it shade or sun,
He would smile and cry,
And soon forget and run.
His heart would never die,
And play Without Stopping By.
If there were to be a man,
Who would play without a plan,
And play where he can..
Joyful as a child. as he had been.
And play where he can;
With dirt and yet be clean.
Be it shade or sun,
He would smile and cry,
And soon forget and run.
His heart would never die,
And play Without Stopping By.
If there were to be a man,
Who would play without a plan,
And play where he can..