Street Children Lyrics - The World Is Yours - Ian Brown

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 

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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 

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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