Castles in the Air

Happy are those children that have railways in the hall,
Painting in the kitchen and stories when they’re small.
Friends to come and visit them - ribbons for their hair,
To so many lonely children is a ‘Castles in the Air.’

Mothers doing washing up - neighbours picking flowers,
Brothers under motorcars for hours upon hours.
Coming home from school each day knowing someone’s there,
To so many orphaned children is a ‘Castles in the Air.’

Can you think how it would be if all you could recall,
Were angry words and tempers, or no-one there at all?
Birthdays, picnics, Christmases - families that care,
To so many battered children is a ‘Castles in the Air.’

Sometimes kids are fortunate ‘cos people can be found
To foster them and care for them, and always be around.
All these families ever ask is just a chance to share
With all these precious children their ‘Castles in the Air.’

They give them homes and firesides - railways in the hall,
Painting in the kitchen and stories when they’re small.
They let their friends come visiting - buy ribbons for their hair,
But most of all they help them find their ‘Castles in the Air.’