Oh, barefoot boy, once he came unto a land of forests, and of streams that tumbled through the meadows to the sea. He called it home for many were its wonders and he learned to live upon the land taking only what he needed. Barefoot boy he don't like the concrete seek the country any way he can. Barefoot boy fading down the street. I know he'll never come this way again. Time passes on, in this life of always changing people coming building cities cut your forest pave your highway. Oh barefoot boy, wraps his blanket 'round his shoulders, says goodbye to misty valleys, once more he sets off to wander.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
