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Littleton

this mornin' a warm little rain is fallin'

the grass is so green an' bright

the birds are all singin' an' playin' in puddles

it still seems like the world is all right

sometimes in the spring in Hardin County

it's like heaven fell down from above

young things an' green things soak up the bounty

an' repay the day with their love

but the raindrops that fall off my daffodils

are jus' tears fer lost children today

it's gone all the way wrong in Littleton

an' our children are losin' their way

 

tell me where's the thread

that 'll weave the tie that binds

an' suffer the little children

t' the truth they're longin' t' find

 

people do what they can t' understand

but they don't get much time t' think clear

as soon as they touch their own baby's hand

they can't help but teach 'em their fear

I lived up in the mountains before

Colorado's a part o' my soul

an' ya know I'd knock down heaven's door

jus' t' make all them children whole

it's a hard thing t' think, an' harder t' say

but ya jus' can't force heaven down

in America today it's hypocrisy

that puts our kids in the ground

 

tell me where's the thread

that 'll weave the tie that binds

an' suffer the little children

t' the truth they're dyin' t' find