| Like the shadows of the morning,
|
| 'climb up to the August afternoon.
|
| Charlie has a way,
|
| Of picking up the day,
|
| Just by walking slowly in a room.
|
| Maybe it s a kind of magic
|
| That only little boys can do.
|
| But seeing Charlie smile,
|
| Can make you stop awhile,
|
| And get you feelin' glad you re you.
|
| He s only a boy named Charlie,
|
| A Boy Named Charlie Brown.
|
| He s just the kid next door,
|
| Perhaps a little more,
|
| He s every kid in every town.
|
| Well the world is full of lots of people,
|
| Here and there and all around.
|
| But people after all,
|
| Start out as being small,
|
| We re all A Boy Named Charlie Brown.
|
| Now the shadows of the morning
|
| Have gone beyond the August afternoon,
|
| And Charlie’s had his day,
|
| His very special day,
|
| His Morning and his Evening and his Noon.
|
| The World is full of lots of people,
|
| Here and there and all around,
|
| But people after all,
|
| Start out as being small,
|
| And we’re all a boy named Charlie Brown! |