Barefoot Boy. - Harry Chapin

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

He’s fading down your street

I know he’ll never come this way again

And 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