Ian Brown Street Children Lyrics

Street Children Lyrics

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