My Child - New Musical West End Orchestra

Hello, Mrs J. How are you?

Mrs J?

Anything wrong?

I had it all worked out.

With one more baby I coulda managed.

But not with two!

The welfare have already been onto me

Twins?

You’re expecting twins?

How quickly an idea planted can

Take root and grow into a plan

The thought conceived in this very room

Grew as surely as a seed in a mother’s womb

Give one to me.

Please, Mrs Johnstone, please

Are y' that desperate to have a baby?

(sung)

Each day I look out from this window

I see him with his friends

I hear him call

I rush down, but as I fold my arms around him

He’s gone

Was he ever there at all?

I’ve dreamed of all the places I would take him

The games we’d play, the stories I would tell

The jokes we’d share, the clothing I would make him

I reach out, but as I do he fades away

If my child was raised in a palace like this one

He wouldn’t have to worry where his next meal was coming from

His clothing would be supplied by George Henry Lee

He’d have all his own toys

And a garden to play in

He could make too much noise

Without the neighbours complainin'

Silver trays to take meals on

A bike with both wheels on

Yes!

And he’d sleep every night

In a bed of his own

He wouldn’t get into fights

He’d leave matches alone

And you’d never find him

Effin' and blindin'

Never!

And when he grew up

He could never be told

To stand and queue up

For hours on end at the dole

He’d grow up to be

A credit to me!

(spoken)

To you?

Yes

But I would still be able to see him every day, wouldn’t I?

Oh, of course you would!

An' you’d look after him, wouldn’t y'?

(sung)

I’d keep him warm in the winter

And cool when it shines

I’d pull out his splinters

Without making him cry

I’d always be there

If his dream became a nightmare

My child

My child

My child