That Little Boy – Lyrics

“THAT LITTLE BOY”   Written by Terry Bennetts

THERE’S A YOUNG BOY WALKING BAREFOOT
THROUGH GRASS TURNED WHITE WITH FROST
THE DOGS ARE STRAINING AT THERE CHAINS EAGER TO GET OFF

HE TURNS THEM LOOSE THEY DON’T HESITATE
OVER PADDOCKS THEY BOTH RUN
THEY’RE WORKING DOGS BORN AND BRED AND THERE IS WORK UNDONE

TO THE EAST THE SUN IS RISING, SHADOWS A MILE LONG
GRANDAD BEAT THEM TO THE COW SHED
THE COPPER FIRE IS BURNING STRONG
AND AS THEY WARM THEIR HANDS, THEY HEAR THE DOGS
THE COWS ARE COMING IN
EVERY MORNING IS JUST THE SAME
IT’S HOW THEIR WORKING DAY BEGINS

THESE ARE DAYS, I DO REMEMBER THESE ARE DAYS, I STILL RECALL
THESE ARE DAYS, THAT I CAN HOLD ON TO
WHEN I WAS THAT LITTLE BOY

HIS DAD’S BEEN WORKING CATTLE FROM WHEN HE TOO WAS JUST A LAD
NOW HE WORKS THEM SIDE BY SIDE
WITH HIS SONS AND THEIR GRANDAD

WITH THE MILKING DONE, THE BOYS FAVORITE JOB
IS SHOVELLING OUT THE SHED
THE BUTTER CREAM’S ON IT’S WAY TO TOWN
AND THE CALVES HAVE ALL BEEN FED
YEAH EVERY MORNING IS JUST THE SAME
THAT’S HOW THERE WORKING DAY BEGINS
AND WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN TOWARDS THE WEST
THEY’LL DO IT ALL AGAIN

THESE ARE DAYS, I DO REMEMBER THESE ARE DAYS, I STILL RECALL
THESE ARE DAYS, THAT I CAN HOLD ON TO
WHEN I WAS THAT LITTLE BOY

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