Willie Roy

His age is seven years today
He don’t know what it is to play
Each night before he goes to bed
This little prayer he always says

Now I lay me down to rest
Please God please give me happiness
I’m prayin’ so my dreams come true
So I can walk and play with you

His name they call him Willie Roy
He’s just a little crippled boy
But now the tears roll down his cheek
I rub them off so he can sleep

Someday I hope you can go out
And play with me and walk about
I won’t scold you if you should cry
So son be good my son good night