Dear Mrs. Roosevelt,
don't hang your head in pride.
His mortal flesh is laid away,
but his good work fills the sky.
This world was lucky to see him walkin'
Now he went up to the grade school
And he wrote back to his folks
He drew such funny pictures
And was always pulling jokes
This world was lucky
To see him walk
He went up to Harvard
To read his books of law
He loved his trees and horses,
he loved everything he saw
This world was lucky to see him born
He got struck down by the fever
And he settled in his land
He loved the folks that wished him well
And everybody did
This world was lucky
To see him one
He took office on a crippled leg
And he said to one and all
You money -changin' racket boys
Sure enough got too far
And the world was lucky to see him born
I'd voted for him lots of times
And I'd vote for him again
He tried to find an honest job
For every idle man
This world was lucky
To see him walk
He helped me to build my union
And he learned me how to talk
I could see he was a cripple,
but he loved my soul to tore.
And the world was luck
y to see him more.
I was a G .I. in the Army
the day he passed away
And over my shoulder
I could hear some soldier say
This world was lucky to see him
walk