I have a little grandson, sleeping on my knee. Oh child, sweet child, what dreams for you I see?
Let’s watch a blossom open on a pink magnolia tree. Oh child, sweet child, you mean so much to me.
We hear sirens screaming down our busy road. Oh child, sweet child, it’s hope the firetrucks hold.
We sing about the moon, the sky and the sun so gold. Oh child, sweet child, in this life you must be bold.
We all live on this planet, round and fine and blue. Oh child, sweet child, may it stay healthy just for you.
Our Earth, wonder-filled and troubled, sadly that is true. Oh child, sweet child, love and honour it your whole life through.
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For George’s First Earth Day, April 22, 2016
I have a little grandson, sleeping on my knee.
Oh child, sweet child, what dreams for you I see?
Let’s watch a blossom open on a pink magnolia tree.
Oh child, sweet child, you mean so much to me.
We hear sirens screaming down our busy road.
Oh child, sweet child, it’s hope the firetrucks hold.
We sing about the moon, the sky and the sun so gold.
Oh child, sweet child, in this life you must be bold.
We all live on this planet, round and fine and blue.
Oh child, sweet child, may it stay healthy just for you.
Our Earth, wonder-filled and troubled, sadly that is true.
Oh child, sweet child, love and honour it your whole life through.
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