The little toy dog is covered with dust, but sturdy and staunch he stands
The little toy soldier was red with rust and his musket molds in his hands.
Time was when the toy dog was new and the soldier was passing fair
and that was the time when our little boy blue
 kissed them and put them there. 

Now don't you go...till I come, he said and don't you make any noise   Then toddling off to his trundle bed he dreamt of his pretty toys.  And as he was dreaming, an angel song awakened our little boy blue.

Oh the years are many and the years are long
But the little toy friends are true.
 
 
 

Still faithful to little boy blue, they stand, each in the same old place
Awaiting the touch of a little hand, the smile of a little face.
And they wonder as waiting the long years through,
in the dust of that little chair
What has become of our little boy blue 
since he kissed them and put them there.