Blood Brothers Musical Lyrics

My Child

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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?

    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 ya... Are ya 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 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.

    Mrs Johnstone  
    If my child was raised I 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 neighbours 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

    Mrs Johnstone  
    I would still be able to see him every day,
    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.

    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.