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