Castle on a Cloud
There is a castle on a cloud
I like to go there in my sleep
Aren't any floors for me to sweep
Not in my castle on a cloud
There is a room that's full of toys
there are a hundred boys and girls
Nobody shouts or talks too loud
Not in my castle on a cloud
There is a lady all in white
holds me and sings a lullaby
She's nice to see and she's soft to touch
She says Cosette I love you very much
I know a place where no one's lost
I know a place where no one cries
Crying at all is not allowed
Not in my castle on a cloud
Oh, help, I think I hear them now!
And I am nowhere near finished sweeping, scrubbing and polishing all the floors!
Oh, it's her, it's Madame!
Now look who's here!
The little madam herself.
Pretending once again that she has been so awfully good.
Better not let me catch you slacking.
Better not catch my eye.
Ten rotten Francs your mother sends me.
What's that going to buy?
Now take that pail, my little madamoiselle.
And go and draw some water from the well.
We should never have taken you in the first place.
How stupid the things we do.
Like mother like daughter,
the scum of the street!
Still here, Cosette?
Your tears will do you no good,
I told you, fech some water from the well in the wood.
Please do not send me out alone,
not in the darkness on my own.
Enough of that!
Or I'll forget to be nice.
You heard me ask for something and I never ask twice.
