Lyrics Our Children - David Loud, Marin Mazzie & Peter Friedman
How
they
play
Finding
treasure
in
the
sand
They're
forever
hand
in
hand
Our
Children
How
they
laugh
She
has
never
laughed
like
this
Every
waking
moment
bliss
Our
Children
See
them
running
down
the
beach
Children
run
so
fast
Toward
the
Future
From
the
Past
How
they
dance
Unembarrassed
and
alone
Hearing
music
of
their
own
Our
Children
One
so
fair
And
the
other
Light
and
Dark
Sudden
joy
and
Sudden
spark
Our
Children
See
them
running
down
the
beach
Children
run
so
fast
Toward
the
Future
From
the
Past
There
they
stand
Making
footprints
in
the
sand
They're
forever
hand
in
hand
Our
Children
Two
small
lives
Silhouetted
by
the
gloom
One
like
me
and
one
like
You
Our
Children
Our
Children
Well
You
say
that
often
It's
because
I
don't
know
what
to
say
Baron
I
am
not
a
baron
of
course
I'm
a
poor
immigrant
A
Jew
who
points
a
camera
so
that
his
child
can
dress
as
beautifully
as
a
princess
I
want
to
drive
from
her
memory
Every
Tenement
stench
Filthy
Immigrant
street
I
will
buy
her
light
And
Sun
And
clean
wind
of
the
Ocean
For
the
rest
of
her
life
Now
you
know
me
Now
you
understand
I
am
no
baron
I
am
Tateh
Now
I
know
even
less
what
to
say
Now
it
is
my
turn
Well
Thank
you
for
your
confidence
I
shall
keep
it
here
1 Prologue: Ragtime
2 Goodbye, My Love
3 Journey On
4 The Crime of the Century
5 Gettin' Ready Rag
6 Your Daddy's Son
7 New Music
8 Wheels of a Dream (from "Ragtime")
9 The Night that Goldman Spoke at Union Square
10 Till We Reach That Day
11 Coalhouse Demands
12 What a Game
13 Our Children
14 He Wanted to Say
15 Back to Before
16 Make Them Hear You
17 Epilogue: Ragtime (reprise)/Wheels of a Dream (reprise)
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