Willy Roy The Crippled Boy G

His age was seven years today
He don't know what it is to play
Each night before he goes to bed
This little prayer he always says
Now I lay me down to rest
Dear Lord please bring me happiness
I'm praying so my dreams come true
So I can walk and play with you

His name they call him Willy Roy
He's just a little crippled boy
But now the tears roll down his cheeks
I wipe them off so he can sleep
Someday I hope you can go out
And play with me and walk about
I will not scold if you should cry
So soon, be good, my son good night