street children

sweet dreams my little amigo

barefoot and homeless in rio de janeiro

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