My Child
MRS LYONS :
Each day I look out from this window
I see him with his friends, I hear him call
I rush down, but as I fold my arms around him
He's gone - was he ever there at all?
I've dreamed of all the places I would take him
The games we'd play, the stories I would tell him
The jokes we'd share, the clothing I would make him
I reach out but as I do he fades away
MRS JOHNSTONE :
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
MRS LYONS :
He'd have all his own toys
And a garden to play in
MRS JOHNSTONE :
He could make too much noise
Without the neighbours complainin'
MRS LYONS :
Silver trays to take meals on
MRS JOHNSTONE :
A bike with both wheels on
MRS LYONS :
And he'd sleep every night
In a bed of his own
MRS JOHNSTONE :
He wouldn't get into fights
He'd leave matches alone
And you'd never find him
Effing and blinding
And when he grew up
He could never be told
To stand and queue up
For hours on end at the dole
He'd grow up to be
MRS JOHNSTONE AND MRS LYONS :
A credit to me
MRS JOHNSTONE :
To You?
MRS LYONS :
Yes
MRS JOHNSTONE :
I would still be able to see him every day, wouldn't I?
MRS LYONS :
Of course
MRS JOHNSTONE :
An', An' you would look after him wouldn't you?
MRS LYONS :
I'd keep him warm in the winter
And cool when it shines
I'll pull out his splinters
Without making him cry
I'd always be there
If his dream became a nightmare
MRS LYONS AND MRS JOHNSTONE :
My child
My child
My child
Meu Filho
MRS LYONS :
Todo dia eu olho pela janela
Vejo ele com os amigos, ouço ele chamar
Eu corro pra baixo, mas quando o abraço
Ele se vai - ele esteve aqui alguma vez?
Eu sonhei com todos os lugares que eu levaria ele
Os jogos que jogaríamos, as histórias que eu contaria
As piadas que compartilharíamos, as roupas que eu faria
Eu estendo a mão, mas ao fazer isso, ele desaparece
MRS JOHNSTONE :
Se meu filho fosse criado em um palácio como esse
Ele não precisaria se preocupar de onde
Vem sua próxima refeição
Suas roupas seriam
Fornecidas pela George Henry Lee
MRS LYONS :
Ele teria todos os brinquedos dele
E um jardim pra brincar
MRS JOHNSTONE :
Ele poderia fazer barulho à vontade
Sem os vizinhos reclamando
MRS LYONS :
Bandejas de prata pra servir as refeições
MRS JOHNSTONE :
Uma bicicleta com as duas rodas
MRS LYONS :
E ele dormiria toda noite
Em uma cama só dele
MRS JOHNSTONE :
Ele não se meteria em brigas
Ele deixaria os fósforos em paz
E você nunca o encontraria
Xingando e gritando
E quando ele crescesse
Nunca seria mandado
A ficar na fila
Por horas a fio no seguro-desemprego
Ele cresceria pra ser
MRS JOHNSTONE E MRS LYONS :
Um orgulho pra mim
MRS JOHNSTONE :
Pra você?
MRS LYONS :
Sim
MRS JOHNSTONE :
Eu ainda poderia vê-lo todo dia, não poderia?
MRS LYONS :
Claro
MRS JOHNSTONE :
E, e você cuidaria dele, não cuidaria?
MRS LYONS :
Eu o manteria aquecido no inverno
E fresco quando brilha o sol
Eu tiraria os espinhos
Sem fazê-lo chorar
Eu sempre estaria lá
Se o sonho dele virasse um pesadelo
MRS LYONS E MRS JOHNSTONE :
Meu filho
Meu filho
Meu filho