Little Hands Songtext
von Alexander “Skip” Spence
Little Hands Songtext
Little hands clapping
Children are laughing
Little hands clapping
All over the world
Paper is paper
Memories are coming
Little hands clapping
All over the world
Little hands clapping
Children are cheering
Little love′s loving
All the boys and girls
Children are singing
Blues that they're bringing
Freedom is ringing
All over the world
Come let us meet there
Yes, we will be there
Little hands clapping
Children are cheering
Paper is calling
All over the world
Power in the street
Sick that you need
How many friends do you call your own?
Come let us meet there
Yes, we will be there
Children are clapping
Children are cheering
Children are sharing
Crackers and booze
Little hands caring
Little hands sharing
The old one, the good one
And the county juice
Come let us meet there
Yes, we will be there
Little hands clapping
Children are happy
Little hands loving
All over the world
Little hands grasping
Truth they are grasping
A world with no pain
For one and all
And they are learning
For souls they are yearning
A nice place to play
And no place to fall
Come let us meet there
Yes, we will be there
Children are laughing
Little hands clapping
All over the world
Paper is paper
Memories are coming
Little hands clapping
All over the world
Little hands clapping
Children are cheering
Little love′s loving
All the boys and girls
Children are singing
Blues that they're bringing
Freedom is ringing
All over the world
Come let us meet there
Yes, we will be there
Little hands clapping
Children are cheering
Paper is calling
All over the world
Power in the street
Sick that you need
How many friends do you call your own?
Come let us meet there
Yes, we will be there
Children are clapping
Children are cheering
Children are sharing
Crackers and booze
Little hands caring
Little hands sharing
The old one, the good one
And the county juice
Come let us meet there
Yes, we will be there
Little hands clapping
Children are happy
Little hands loving
All over the world
Little hands grasping
Truth they are grasping
A world with no pain
For one and all
And they are learning
For souls they are yearning
A nice place to play
And no place to fall
Come let us meet there
Yes, we will be there
Writer(s): Alexander Lee Spence Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

