Ian Brown - Street Children Lyrics

Lyrics Street Children - Ian Brown



Sweet dreams my little amigo
Barefoot and homeless in Rio De Janiero
Sleepin′ on the step of a church
Whose doors are locked
Livin' in a cardboard box
Inside at the shrine
The Priest sips fine wine
Dines on fine food and looks for a sing
No mother no father
No shoes nor a bed
No place to relax and rest his weary head
Where his next meal will come from
Nobody knows
But everyone can see the church is covered in gold
Wish I had a home
With ten million rooms
I′d open up the doors
And let the street children through
Wish that I could scoop
All of those children in my arms
And give the love they need
And to protect them all from harm
Wish I had a home
With ten million rooms
I'd open up the doors
And let the street children through
Wish that I could scoop
All of those children in my arms
And give the love they need
And to protect them all from harm
Wish I had a home
With ten million rooms
I'd open up the doors
And let the street children through
Wish that I could scoop
All of those children in my arms
And give the love they need
And to protect them all from harm



Writer(s): Haynie Emile, Brown Ian George


Ian Brown - The World Is Yours
Album The World Is Yours
date of release
13-10-2007




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