Roger Whittaker Mighty Like A Rose
Sweetest little fellow, everybody knows;
Don't know what to call him but he's mighty like a rose!
Looking at his mammy with eyes so shiny blue,
Makes you think that heaven is coming close to you.
When he's there a-sleeping in his little place,
Think I see the angels looking thro' the lace.
When the dark is falling, when the shadows creep,
Then they come on tip-toe s to kiss him in his sleep.
Sweetest little fellow, everybody knows,
Don't know what to call him but he's mighty like a rose!
Looking at his mammy with eyes so shiny blue,
Makes you think that heaven is coming close to you
When the dark is falling, when the shadows creep,
Then they come on tip-toe s to kiss him in his sleep.
Sweetest little fellow, everybody knows;
Don't know what to call him but he's mighty like a rose!
Looking at his mammy with eyes so shiny blue,
Makes you think that heaven is coming close to you.
