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willy russell - my child lyrics

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(spoken)
[mrs lyons]
hello, mrs j. how are you?
mrs j? anything wrong?

[mrs johnstone]
i had it all worked out. with one more baby i coulda managed. but not with two! the welfare have already been onto me

[mrs lyons]
twins? you’re expecting twins?

[narrator]
how quickly an idea planted can
take root and grow into a plan
the thought conceived in this very room
grew as surely as a seed in a mother’s womb

[mrs lyons]
give one to me. please, mrs johnstone, please

[mrs johnstone]
are y’ that desperate to have a baby?

(sung)
[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
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]
yes!
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
effin’ and blindin’

[mrs lyons]
never!

[mrs johnstone]
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 & mrs lyons]
a credit to me!

(spoken)
[mrs johnstone]
to you?

[mrs lyons]
yes

[mrs johnstone]
but i would still be able to see him every day, wouldn’t i?

[mrs lyons]
oh, of course you would!

[mrs johnstone]
an’ you’d look after him, wouldn’t y’?

(sung)
[mrs lyons]
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

[mrs johnstone and mrs lyons]
my child
my child

- willy russell lyrics

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