Being 8 is not so great when you have to work.
Down the mimes is just the pits in the dust and mirk.
We never see the daylight underneath the ground.
In the gloom we listen to that tapping sound.
Being 9 is not so fine working in the mills
Under looms we gather threads,the air it makes us Ill
Machines can cut and break us
They lurch and swing and pound
Terrified we listen to that clanking sound
I’ve Forgotten how to smile i’ve forgotten how to play is there such a thing as childhood we will ever see the day
Being ten is work again as chimney sweep
Soot and mirk right up my nose I’m climbing up so steep
I’m small but I’m a climber I’m pushed to get much higher
Hear that crackling fire
I’ve forgotten how to smile I’ve forgotten how to play is there such a thing as childhood will we ever see the day
Lyrics Submitted by Ivan