Oh Children
The long cloud blows away
The warm sun lights another day
Blue is the sea
The whole world reveals itself to me
I'm here all alone
Like flotsam here I have been blown
Across the gentle
Indifference of the ocean
Flying like a bird I have wings made of water
I carry on my back all the weapons from the slaughter
They'll be broken into pieces by the soft hands of my daughter
And my sons will build a house out of shining light
Oh children
You are singing me
A world worth everything
That they say it should be
You bring the laughter
And you bring me magic
As I hold now in my hand
The world's greatest pageant
All the gold on earth and all the tea in China
Can't match a single moment with you, there's nothing finer
Than to be with you, to see you growing into
The kind of people that make this broken world worth knowing
And as I sit here, I hear your voices on the wind
Calling me home, from where I have been blown
I climb up on the dune and I see that you are spun
With light of a kind that comes not from the sun
Autor(es): Allan Wilson