Little Boy, Little Girl

One of the first songs I ever wrote, back when I was 16 in the summer of ’63. I was at the beach in Goldensbridge watching two of my favorite kids, Jeremy Schneider and Diane Brown, playing in the sand and this song happened. It reflects the social protest sentiments of the time, the music I was brought up listening to, but it’s had enough appeal to last over the years. People responded well when I performed it and that, more than anything else, gave me the confidence to continue on writing. The song is played on a 12-string channeling the style of Pete Seeger, the slight accelerando at the end mimicking Seeger’s playing on The Bells of Rhymney.

Little Boy, Little Girl

Little boy, little girl

Building castles in the sand

Little boy, little girl

Proud of the power of your hands

Beneath the seagulls’ scattered cries you stand and watch the water’s rise

The sea again with threatening haste comes back to claim its sandy waste

But in your heart no hope has died you know you can hold back the tide

Little boy, little girl

You will succeed you cannot fail

 

Little boy, little girl

Playing with your bright balloons

Little boy, little girl

Faces beaming beneath the moon

Balloon, oh fly a way up high, help brighten up a dreary sky

Though you be lost to evening’s gray by clouds that threaten to hide the day

The morning sun will sweep the skies and you’ll be there to see it rise

Little boy, little girl

There’s no cloud of doubt in your eyes

 

Little boy, little girl

Playing with your toys of war

Little boy, little girl

Come walk with me beside the shore

While the water sweetly runs, lay down here your bombs and guns

Wash your hands and cleanse your soul, do not let your youth grow old

Hand in hand you’re on your own, hand in hand you’re never alone

Little boy, little girl

Come build a world you’ve never been shown.