Childhood Is The Kingdom Where Nobody Dies.

But She Was Not Made For Any Man, And She Will Never Be All Mine.

Listen, Children: Your Father Is Dead. From His Old Coats I'll Make You Little Jackets; I'll Make You Little Trousers From His Old Pants. There'll Be In His Pockets Things He Used To Put There, Keys And Pennies Covered With Tobacco; Dan Shall Have The Pennies To Save In His Bank; Anne Shall Have The Keys To Make A Pretty Noise With. Life Must Go On, Though Good Men Die; Anne, Eat Your Breakfast; Dan, Take Your Medicine; Life Must Go On; I Forget Just Why.

Childhood Is The Kingdom Where Nobody Dies.

He That Would Eat Of Love Must Eat It Where It Hangs.

And Reaching Up My Hand To Try, I Screamed To Feel It Touch The Sky.