Hair as golden as the shining sun Skin as white as snow Tommy is his name Just a little boy Someone you would like to know
James, his best friend A fine young lad Such a delightful child Skin as dark as a summer's night Hair, black and curly, so neatly styled
Two young children They are best friends And they know a friend's worth Buddies, Pals For each other, they would go to the ends of the earth
We are the adults But we need to look too the right and too the left Yes, we need to look around Take off the blinders So, the hearts of people can be found
But people are set in their ways So many have made up their minds And there is not much we can do Before they even get to know someone It's a friendship they would never pursue
Not only are there boundaries between countries in this sad world we live in But the boundaries even go between the color of skin
We could be Tommy We could be James Or any other name blown in the wind The innocence of children How wise they are They see, not color They see, a Best Friend
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