My Child-Barbara Dickson

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