Hello Mrs J how are you?
Mrs J? Anything wrong?
I had it all worked out
With one more baby we could have managed but not with two
The welfare have been on to me
Twins? You're expecting twins?
How quickly an idea planted, can,
Take root and grow into a plan
The thought concieved in this very room
Grew as surely as a seed in a mothers womb
Give one to me
Please Mrs Johnston Please
Are y' are y' that desperate to have a baby?
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
If my child was raised in a palace like this one
He wouldnt have to worry where he next meal was coming from
His clothing could be supplied by George Henry Lee
He'd have all his own toys and a garden to play in
He could make too much noise without the neighbours complainin'
Silver trays to take meals on
A bike with both wheels on?
And he'd sleep every night
In a bed of his own
He wouldn't get into fights
He'd leave matches alone
And you'd never find him
Effin' and blindin'
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
A credit to me
To you?
Yes.
I would still be able to see him every day wouldnt I?
Of course
An' ... an' you would look after him,
Wouldn't y'?
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
My child
My child
Mrs J. we must make this a binding agreement.
In the name of jesus, the thing was done,
Now there's no going back, for anyone,
It's too late now for feeling torn
There's a pact been sealed,
There's a deal been born.