Hear the little children’s voices.
So sweetly they do sing.
The happiness that’s in their hearts
Has a wondrous message to bring.

Small children are so innocent.
They have not learned to hate.
If you could only turn back time,
How grand would be your state.

No fear, no judgment, no disdain.
Just love without condition.
The lives of man would be so blessed
With not a soul lost to perdition.

But as you grow like blades of grass
The weeds they tend to strangle.
Your false beliefs they do the same.
These “weeds” you must untangle.

Go back then to an early time
When thoughts were pure and true,
And you will find the babe’s pure bliss
Is what to you is due.