Celine Dion
Celine Dion Singing Christmas
The Forgotten Children
Forgotten children hang around the streets
Without aim and at random
They are cold , they are hungry, they are almost naked
The forgotten children hang in the streets
Without a goal and at random
They are cold, they are hungry, they are almost naked
And their eyes are filled with mist
Like a flock of poor sparrows
They have the banks of streams to dream of
Curled up in the winter wind
In their moth-eaten wool sweater
And their eyes are filled by fog
Like a troup of poor sparrows
They have for dreaming the shore of little springs
Curled up under the winter's wind
In their pullover of motheaten wool
Forgotten children have only parents
Only the noises of the grand boulevards
In the palm of their hands
br/>They tend to passers-by
Objects stolen from the bazaars
They love each other with a naive love
The fragility of velvet words
They have a whole universe for their palate
In the air currents of the vast cities
The forgotten children have as only parents
Only the sounds of the main boulevards
In the palms of their hands
They offer to passer-bys
Objects stolen to bazaars
They have to love each other of a naive love
The fragility of velvet words
They have as palace all a universe
In the air currents of the huge cities
Forgotten children hang around the streets
Just like little old people
They have cold, they are hungry, they are almost naked
But they are the children of the good Lord
The forgotten children hang in the streets
Without a goal and at random
They are cold , they are hungry, they are almost naked
But they are the children of god

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