Stoybook Children - The Rastafarians

You’ve got your world

And I’ve got mine and it’s a shame

Two grown-up worlds

That will never be the same

Why can’t we be, like story book children?

Down in the land, hand in hand, across the meadow

Why can’t we be, like story book children?

In a wonderland, with nothing planned for tomorrow

Story book, story book, children

You’ve got his ring, you’ve got his heart

You’ve got his baby

And when it’s too late to turn away

And start all over again

Oh no, don’t tell me it’s too late, babe

Why can’t we be, like story book children?

In and out the rain, hand in hand, across the meadow

Go ahead, one more time

Why can’t we be, like story book children, yeah

In a wonderland, with nothing planned for tomorrow

How happy we will be

If only we were story book children

How happy we will be

If only we were story book children…