Two Children
Paul Gerard 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 grateful
Watch as I fall down to my knees