Sandman, Candyman, Jesus and Dad, a furry soft bed to hold.

Puppy paws, Santa Clause, an' not being bad, believing in what you're told.

Oh the world of a child is all black and white, and prayers are easy to say,

No shades of grey, cloud wrong and right. I followed life that way.

On the long walk from childhood, the long walk from childhood.



Time flies, eager eyes, hungry to see, find holes in holy things.

Idols fall, one and all, and truth is a cheat that dances on puppet strings.

And the soldiers gun is a mockery, of the Sunday prayers that we prayed,

Wrong is right and right is wrong, I measured life that way.

On the long walk from childhood, the long walk from childhood.



Answer-man, Preacher-man, thinker and Bum, life is a market place.

Hear them cry, will you buy, and march to my drum, we'll save the human race.

So I hum the words and I dance the tune, and change a bit every day.

Find the truth where I can, if I can, each step along the way.

On the long walk from childhood, the long walk from childhood