Tired Little One - Bah Samba

Tired little one

In my arms so small

all your dreams so innocent

a place familiar to us all

now as I try

to lull you to sleep

oh tie to those dreams that you must see

Tired little child

where the streets are your home

nothing is yours

the city your home

so easy to walk on by

problems to be stoppped asking why

something’s got to give

I’d streched hand hiding you

everyone is running hiding from the truth

hear the words I sing

all we have all we need