Blood Brothers soundtrack – My Child lyrics

[MRS. LYONS]
Hello Mrs. J. How are you?
Mrs. J.? Anything wrong?

[MRS. JOHNSTONE]
I had it all worked out.
With one more baby we could have managed.
But not with two, the welfare have already been on to 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 of them to me.
Please, Mrs. Johnstone. Please.

[MRS. JOHNSTONE]
Are y'....are y' that desperate to have a baby?

[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 by 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 comin' 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 neigbors complainin'

[MRS. LYONS]
Silver trays to take meals on

[MRS. JOHNSTONE]
A bike with both wheels on?

[MRS. LYONS]
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'
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. LYONS / MRS. JOHNSTONE]
A credit to me

[MRS. JOHNSTONE]
To you?

[MRS. LYONS]
Yes.

[MRS. JOHNSTONE]
I would still be able to see him everyday,
Wouldn't I?

[MRS. LYONS]
Of course.

[MRS. JOHNSTONE]
An'.... An' you would look after him,
Wouldn't y'?

[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

[MRS. JOHNSTONE MRS. LYONS]
My child
My child
My child

[MRS. LYONS]
Mrs. J. we must make this a binding agreement.

[NARRATOR]
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 pack been sealed.
There's a deal been born.