Pickle Pickee Pickney

Morning sun rise on a dusty old street, Little bare feet keep a steady heartbeat. Pocket full of marbles and a head full of dreams, Nothin' in de world is as hard as it seems. Though de grown folks worry and de bills pile high, Dem little pickney still go chasin' butterflies. Pickle, pickee, pickney, troubles come and go, Children keep on dancin' wherever breezes blow. When di world get heavy and di sky turn grey, Little laughin' pickney chase de clouds away. Mama count pennies by de kerosene light, Tryin' make tomorrow just a little more bright. But outside de window comes a sweet little song, Children holdin' hands and all singin' along. Every little smile is a lantern in de night, Showin' weary hearts dat everyting's alright. Pickle, pickee, pickney, troubles come and go, Children keep on dancin' wherever breezes blow. When di world get heavy and di sky turn grey, Little laughin' pickney chase de clouds away. Old man sittin' lonely on de porch all day, Memories and silence never far away. Then a little pickney roll a ball to his feet, And his tired old heart begin to skip a beat. For a moment he remember when de world was new, And de child inside him started dancin' too. Pickle, pickee, pickney, troubles come and go, Children keep on dancin' wherever breezes blow. When di world get heavy and di sky turn grey, Little laughin' pickney chase de clouds away. Storm cloud gather and de rain start to fall, Some people stumble, some people feel small. But de pickney splashin' in a muddy little stream, Turn a rainy afternoon into a golden dream. Dem don't ask tomorrow what tomorrow may bring, Dem just lift de spirit and dem laugh and sing. Pickle, pickee, pickney, troubles come and go, Children keep on dancin' wherever breezes blow. When di world get heavy and di sky turn grey, Little laughin' pickney chase de clouds away. Years keep movin' like a river to de sea, One day dat little child will grow to you and me. May we never lose de wonder in our eyes, Or forget de simple truth de little ones advise: When de burden's heavy and your road seem long, Find your inner pickney and keep singin' your song. No riches, no silver, no palace gate, Just a little bit of joy can change your fate. Tiny hands teach lessons every heart should know, Plant a seed of laughter and watch de whole world grow. Pickle, pickee, pickney, troubles come and go, Children keep on dancin' wherever breezes blow. When di world get heavy and di sky turn grey, Little laughin' pickney chase de clouds away. Pickle, pickee, pickney, hold your head up high, Even after rainfall comes a clearer sky. Pickle... pickee... pickney... Hear de children sing... Pickle... pickee... pickney... Joy is a simple thing... Laugh a little longer, let your spirit play... Little laughin' pickney chase de clouds away... Away... away... away...