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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Rea
Chris Rea
Vocals
Martin Ditcham
Martin Ditcham
Percussion
Eogham O'Neill
Eogham O'Neill
Bass Guitar
Robert Ahwai
Robert Ahwai
Guitar
Kevin Leach
Kevin Leach
Keyboards
Max Middleton
Max Middleton
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Rea
Chris Rea
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Rea
Chris Rea
Producer
Diane BJ Koné
Diane BJ Koné
Engineer
Neil Amor
Neil Amor
Engineer
Nick Watson
Nick Watson
Mastering Engineer
Jon Kelly
Jon Kelly
Producer

Lyrics

The little girl, she said to me "What are these things that I can see? Each night when I come home from school When Mama calls me in for tea" Oh, every night a baby dies And every night a mama cries What makes those men do what they do? To make that person black and blue Grandpa says they're happy now They sit with God in paradise With Angels' wings and still somehow It makes me feel like ice Tell me there's a heaven Tell me that it's true Tell me there's a reason Why I'm seeing what I do Tell me there's a heaven Where all those people go Tell me they're all happy now Papa, tell me that it's so So, do I tell her that it's true? That there's a place for me and you Where hungry children smile and say We wouldn't have no other way That every painful crack of bones Is a step along the way Every wrong done is a game plan To that great and joyful day And I'm looking At the father and the son And I'm looking At the mother and the daughter And I'm watching them in tears of pain And I'm watching them suffer Don't tell that little girl Tell me Tell me there's a heaven Tell me that it's true Tell me there's a reason Why I'm seeing what I do Tell me there's a heaven Where all those people go Tell me they're all happy now Papa, tell me that it's so
Writer(s): Christopher Anton Rea Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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