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 sun, 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 good 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
