Two Children - Paul Buchanan

Now we have two children

The way we always wanted

Flowers in every window

Apples on every tree

We are like two children

We are the «put-the-lights-out!»

Tomorrow we get up early

Looking for angels in the sea

Storm clouds above our garden

Don’t You believe in me?

Now we have two children

We ought to get some rest

Ask me if I am gratefull

Watch as I fall down to my knees