Little boy lost 
In search 
Of little boy found 
You go on wondering, wandering 
Stumbling, tumbling 
'Round. . . 'round. . . 
When will you find 
What’s on the tip of your mind 
Mmm...Why are you blind 
To all you ever were 
Never were 
Really are 
Nearly are 
Little boy false 
In search 
Of little boy true 
Will you be ever done 
Traveling 
Always unraveling 
You, . . you. . . 
Running away 
Could leave you farther astray 
And as for fishing in streams 
For pieces of dreams 
Those pieces will never fit 
What is the sense of it 
Little boy blue 
Don't let your little sheep roam 
It's time come blow your horn 
Meet the morn 
Look and see 
Can you be
Far from home...