Poor boy, poor boy, look straight ahead
Good times are coming, it has been said
Poor boy, poor boy, do not lose faith
Go right on loving the human race
Born in an old shack on a very cold day
My mother had to work on the following day
Destination poverty, very little school
She taught me to respect the golden rule
Poor boy, poor boy, look straight ahead
Good times are coming, it has been said
Poor boy, poor boy, do not lose faith
Go right on loving the human race
Life has been a struggle moving all the time
Hanging on a piece of thread, this world of mine
You mustn't go on living in such regret
What's to be is done, you must forget
Poor boy, poor boy, look straight ahead
Good times are coming, it has been said
Poor boy, poor boy, do not lose faith
Go right on loving the human race
Go right on loving their human race

INVIA LE CORREZIONI