In a river the colour of lead Immerse the baby�s head Wrap her up in the news of the world Dump her on a doorstep, girl This night has opened my eyes And I will never sleep again
You kicked and cried like a bullied child A grown man of twenty-five Oh, he said he�d cure your ills But he didn�t and he never will Oh, save your life Because you�ve only got one
The dream has gone But the baby is real Oh, you did a good thing She could have been a poet Or, she could have been a fool Oh, you did a bad thing And I�m not happy And I�m not sad
A shoeless child on a swing Reminds you of your own again She took away your troubles Oh, but then again She left pain So, please save your life Because you�ve only got one
The dream has gone But the baby is real Oh, you did a good thing She could have been a poet Or, she could have been a fool Oh, you did a bad thing And I�m not happy And I�m not sad Oh ... And I�m not happy And I�m not sad Oh ... And I�m not happy And I�m not sad