Let the Little Boy Sing Neil Diamond

Take you back to a cotton field
In the heart of Louisiana
A little boy 'bout nine years old
Singin' songs in the heat of the day

But Mama cried when her little boy sang
She knew he could be someone special
Mama cried 'cause the way that it was
He would only be wasted away

Then his Mama would pray
And every night she would say
Help the boy if you can
Take 'em Lord by the hand

And let the little boy sing
Got a feeling that takes you home
Got a melody on his own
Let the little boy sing

Let the little boy try
Let the little boy by
He can take you along
On the wings of his song
Let the little boy fly