The Keeper of The Children |
LyricsLord when I make it to heavenGrant me just one small request Hand me the keys to the nursery Give me the job I'd like best I'll be the keeper of the children Who never had the chance to draw life's breath Tell them I'll be there when it's over So I can find some reason for their death I'll tell them stories they might hear at bed time Hold theem close and brush away the tears Brag about their daddies and all their pretty moms And try explaining how they made it here I'd give them each a name for the first time Make them little toys and maybe sing A lullaby I heard when I was young Little souls must need that sort of thing And Lord when Your birthday comes around We'll have a celebration too And though they don't have birthdays I know they won't mind They'll be happy sharing yours with you If there's someone up there waiting Tell them that You've heard my little prayer Tell them life is beautiful They'll all understand The keeper of the children will be there The keeper of the children will be there |
| Song Length: 3:24 |
| Primary Genre: Folk-General |
| Secondary Genre: - |