You was a baby like I was once
Crying in the early morning
You was born in a manger Lord
Reid Memorial is where I was born
They wrapped You in swaddling clothes
Me they dressed in baby blue
Well I was twelve years old in the meeting house
I was listening the the old men pray
I was trying hard to figure out
What it was that they was trying to say
And there You were in the temple
They said You weren't old enough
To know the things You knew
Did You grow up hungry
Did You grow up fast
Did the little girls giggle when You walked past
Did You wonder what it was that made them laugh
And did they tell You stories about the saints of old
Stories about their faith
They say stories like that make a boy grow bold
Stories like that make a man walk straight
You was a boy like I was once
Was You a boy like me
I grew up around Indiana
You grew up around Galilee
If I really do grow up
Well I want to grow up and be just like You
Did You wrestle with a dog
Did You lick his nose
Did You play beneath the spray of a water hose
Did You ever make angels in the winter snow
And did they tell You stories about the saints of old
Stories about their faith
They say stories like that make a boy grow bold
Stories like that make a man walk straight
Did You ever get scared playing hide and seek
Did You try not to cry when You scraped Your knee
Did You ever skip rocks across a quiet creek
And did they tell You stories about the saints of old
Stories about their faith
They say stories like that make a boy grow bold
Stories like that make a man walk straight
And I really may just grow up and be like You some day
