Little Lord Fauntleroy

Little Lord Fauntleroy, getting reacquainted with the most beautiful book of my childhood.

Once, when I was 6 or 7 years old, I read Little Lord Fauntleroy, a book written by Frances Hodgson Burnett. And when I finished it I read it again … and again. And I never forgot. It was my first book with people from the grown ups world, where people could be mean. And then there was this little boy, capable of making these mean people nice and happy again. It fired my imagination to leave your own trusted surroundings and take a boat across the sea, no land around you and surrendered to God’s mercy and to go to a country and live in a castle.

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Don’t download all my songs

Once there was a singer
Who lived to Praise the Lord
And while he kept on singing
No bread he could afford

They loved his songs
We heard them all
They played so many
Winter, Spring or Fall

While all enjoyed the singing
He still had nowt to eat
His songs fed Faith to many
He craved for bread or meat

And still he kept on singing
For Praise his only want
They spread the songs he’d offered
There was a large demand

If only I could earn a living
Is what the singer thought
And with winter now a coming
A warm coat must be bought

They loved his songs
We heard them all
They played so many
Winter, Spring or Fall

But still he kept on singing, for Praise is all he want …