Lyrics:

Mrs Lyons
Hello, Mrs J, how are you?
Mrs J? Anything wrong?

Mrs Johnstone
I had it all worked out
With one more baby, we could'a managed
But not with two; the welfare been on to me

Mrs Lyons
Twins? You're expecting twins?

Narrator
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

Mrs Lyons
Give one to me
Please Mrs Johnstone, please

Mrs Johnstone
Are you that desperate to have a baby?

Mrs Lyon
Each day I look at 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

Mrs Johnstone
If my child was raised
In a palace like this one
He wouldn't have to worry where his next meal was comin' from
His clothing would be supplied by George Henry Lee

Mrs Lyons
He'd have all his own clothes
And a garden to play in

Mrs Johnstone
He could make too much noise
Without the neighbour's complainin'

Mrs Lyons
Silver trays to take meals on

Mrs Johsntone
A bike with both wheels on

Mrs Lyons
Yes, And he'd sleep every night
In a bed of his own

Mrs Johnstone
He wouldn't get into fights
He'd leave matches alone
You'll'd never find him
Effin' and blindin'

Mrs Lyons
No, never

Mrs Johnstone
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

Mrs Lyons and Mrs Johnstone
A credit to me

Mrs Johnstone
To you?

Mrs Lyons
Well, yes

Mrs Johnstone
I'd still be able to see him every day wouldn't I?

Mrs Lyons
Yes, of course you would

Mrs Johnstone
And you would look after him
Wouldn't you?

Mrs Lyons
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

Mrs Johsntone
My child

Mrs Johnstone and Mrs Lyons
My child

Mrs Lyons
Mrs J, we must make this
A binding agreement

Narrator
In the name of Jesus
The thing was done
Now there's no going back
For anyone
Too late now for feeling torn
There's a pact been sealed
A deal been born