Morrows Children

When you leave the room, please close the door with care You might never pass that way again When you shake a stranger's hand, please, look them in the eye You may never see that face again When you fill your last balloon When you're out of air Compose a song to sing to morrow's children Looking through the fragile glass of innocence and trust Standing on his tip-toes with her eyes so bright and curious Everybody knows that shiny metal turns to rust Without care, so that leaves it up to us When you slicе the bread tonight When you sprеad the butter Please, give thanks to cows, and wheat, and farmers When you say your last goodbye, to father and to mother Compose a song to sing to morrow's children Looking through the fragile glass of innocence and trust Standing on his tip-toes with her eyes so bright and curious Everybody knows that shiny metal turns to rust Without care, so that leaves it up to us When you leave the room, please close the door with care