Street Child Lullaby

There's a child with motionless eyes
looking way beyond the motherless skies,
passed the cold streetlight where this world aint right,
and she's cradled in bodies all around her.
No roof, no walls, no safe, warm bed.
No one to say: "Good night, I love you sleepy head."
Just little stars angel eyes of gold
from a kingdom of promise
not so far away or long ago.

Little Star,going home,
dreamtime coming,
you're not alone.
Just little stars angeleyes of gold
from a Kingdom of promise
not so far away or long ago.

The streets give much more welcome
than the life she's left behind.
The dark we're so afraid of
is her blanket for the night.
The hunger for belonging
finds paths that know no name
and in the end when sleep creeps in
the stars fall down like rain.

Little star going home,
dreamtime coming,
you're not alone.
Just little stars angeleyes of old,
too many to number
and too light to hold.

Lyrics and Music: Jennifer Ferguson

Arrangement: Anders Nyberg

A warming jazz-ballad for the street-children in general and our friend Frida Darvel in particular.

The song can be seen as a companion to the song "Seeds of Peace", featuring Frida on the recording.