A child's holiday secret

holiday's come when my parents are gone

I'm with my books and my beautiful songs

I jump on my bed and run to the kitchen

looking at the window in the holiday season

I'm growing flower with the smell of the sun

All the grown people making so much fun

Hearing wind whisper and told me a secret

When I'm grown up, it won't be my story

holiday's come when my parents are gone

I'm with my books and my beautiful songs

I jump on my bed and run to the kitchen

looking at the window in the holiday season

I'm growing flower with the smell of the sun

All the grown people making so much fun

Hearing wind whisper and told me a secret

When I'm grown up, it won't be my story