Ian Brown
Street Children

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


Mirror lyrics:

And to protect them all from harm
And give the love they need
All of those children in my arms
Wish that I could scoop
And let the street children through
I'd open up the doors
With ten million rooms
Wish I had a home

And to protect them all from harm
And give the love they need
All of those children in my arms
Wish that I could scoop
And let the street children through
I'd open up the doors
With ten million rooms
Wish I had a home

And to protect them all from harm
And give the love they need
All of those children in my arms
Wish that I could scoop
And let the street children through
I'd open up the doors
With ten million rooms
Wish I had a home

But everyone can see the church is covered in gold
Nobody knows
Where his next meal will come from
No place to relax and rest his weary head
No shoes nor a bed
No mother no father
Dines on fine food and looks for a sing
The Priest sips fine wine
Inside at the shrine
Livin' in a cardboard box
Whose doors are locked
Sleepin' on the step of a church
Barefoot and homeless in Rio De Janiero
Sweet dreams my little amigo


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