Nancy Sinatra - See the little children

^DSee the ^Alittle ^Bchildren ^Alaugh and ^Bsing..^Alaugh and ^Bsing^A. ^BFant^Aasy is ^Bsuch a ^Acommon ^Bthing..^Acommon ^Bthing. ^ALove is why the ^Bflowers grow, of ^Aall the red and ^Bblue. I ^Awish they never ^Bhad to know, ^Alove can hurt them, ^Btoo. ^BSee the ^Alittle ^Bchildren ^Alaugh and ^Bsing..^Alaugh and ^Bsing.

^BSee the ^Alittle ^Bchildren ^Arunning ^Bby..^Arunning ^Bby.^{A B}Happi^Aness is ^Bdancing ^Ain each ^Beye..^Ain each ^Beye. And ^Alove is just a ^Bmountain tall, where ^AAngels learn to ^Bsing. How ^Acould they know that ^BAngels fall, be^Afore they grow their ^Bwings? ^BSee the ^Alittle ^Bchildren ^Arunning ^Bby..^Arunning ^Bby.

^BSee the ^Alittle ^Bchildren ^Aon their ^Bway..^Aon their ^Bway^A. ^BGive them ^Akisses, ^Bcandy ^Aand to^Bday..^AAnd to^Bday. To^Amorrow will be ^Bsoon enough to ^Aknow what we speak ^Bof. To^Amorrow will be ^Bsoon enough to ^Aknow the hurt of ^Blove. ^BSee the ^Alittle ^Bchildren ^Aon their ^Bway...