| D | A | |
| Little folks are people | too, |
| Bm | F#m | |
| Very much like me and y | ou |
| G | D | Bm | |
| The little things they say and do |
| Em | A | |
| That kind | a make your day |
| D | A | |
| Foolishness and common sens | e |
| Bm | F#m | |
| Through the eyes of innocence |
| G | D | Bm | |
| Skip a rope, or jump a fe | nce |
| Em | A | D | |
| Getting' in | the way |
| BRIDGE: |
| G | F#m | |
| Daddy, why are you so tall |
| G | F#m | |
| Daddy, why am I so small |
| G | D | Bm | |
| And, Daddy, who makes snowflakes fall |
| E | A | |
| Could it be the Lord? |
| D | A | |
| Chasin' puppies, climbin' t | rees, |
| Bm | F#m | |
| Bumpin' heads and skinnin' kne | es, |
| G | D | Bm | |
| It's not very hard to | see |
| Em | A | |
| That kids are God's reward |
| D | A | |
| Little folks get down and | out |
| Bm | F#m | |
| The girls will cry, and the boys will pou | t |
| G | D | Bm | |
| 'Fore you know what it's about |
| Em | A | |
| They're smili | n' once again |
| D | A | |
| Colored kites on summer bre | eze |
| Bm | F#m | |
| Jingle bells and Christm | as trees |
| G | D | Bm | |
| Too soon they're only memories |
| Em | A | D | |
| Do you remember | when |
| BRIDGE: |
| G | F#m | |
| Daddy, what makes eagles fly |
| G | F#m | |
| What makes clouds float in the sky |
| G | D | Bm | |
| And, Daddy, if I really tr | y |
| E | A | |
| Will I | grow up someday? |
| D | A | |
| Little folks slip through | our hands |
| Bm | F#m | |
| Like so many grains | of sand |
| G | D | Bm | |
| We best enjoy it, while we ca | n |
| Em | A | D | |
| So soon ·. They fly ·.. | away |
| Transcribed by Gerry Watkins |