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Barbara Dickson - My Child lyrics
Each day I look out from this window I see him with his friends I here him call I rush down but as I fold my arms around him He’s gone but was he ever there at all I dream of all the places I would take him The games we’d play the stories I would tell The jokes we’d share the clothing I would make him I reach out. But as I do he fades away If my child was raised in a palace like this one He wouldn’t have to worry where his next meal was coming from His clothing would be supplied by George Henry lee He’d had all his own toys and a garden to play in He could make too much noise without the neighbours complaining Silver trays to take meals on a bike with both wheels on And he’d sleep every night in a bed of his own He wouldn’t get into fights he’d leave matches alone And you’d f’ing and blinding And when he grew up he’d never be told to stand a queue up for hours on end at the dole He’d grow up to be a credit to me I still would be able to see him every day wouldn’t I Well of course And you would look after him would you I’d keep him warm in the winter And cool when it shines I’d pull out his splinters without making him cry I’d always be there if his dream became a nightmare My child My child |
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