Oh, barefoot boy,

once he came unto a land of forests,

and of streams

that tumbled through the meadows to the sea.

He called it home for many were its wonders

and he learned to live upon the land

taking only what he needed.

Barefoot boy

he don't like the concrete

seek the country any way he can.

Barefoot boy

fading down the street.

I know he'll never come this way again.

Time passes on,

in this life of always changing

people coming

building cities

cut your forest

pave your highway.

Oh barefoot boy,

wraps his blanket 'round his shoulders,

says goodbye to misty valleys,

once more he sets off to wander.