1. Kind friends, as here I stand to sing And look into your eyes, I feel as if I have inside A dozen butterflies; But never mind, for I’m a boy Who’s always full of joy— A brave and willing sort of chap— An honest Mormon boy.
A Mormon boy, a Mormon boy, I am a Mormon boy; I might be envied by a king, For I am a Mormon boy.
2. I’m proud to know that I was born On earth in these last days, That I’ve been taught to love the truth And serve in many ways; Yet I confess that sometimes I Still manage to annoy My dearest friends, but that’s a fault Of many a Mormon boy.
A Mormon boy, a Mormon boy, I am a Mormon boy; I might be envied by a king, For I am a Mormon boy.
3. My father is a Mormon true, And when I am a man, I want to be like him and do Just all the good I can. My faults I’ll try to overcome, And while I life enjoy, With pride I’ll lift my head and say, “I am a Mormon boy.”
A Mormon boy, a Mormon boy, I am a Mormon boy; I might be envied by a king, For I am a Mormon boy.