Interpret:

Chris Rea

Album:

The Road To Hell

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 me do what they do
To make that person black and blue


Grandpa says they're happy now
They sit with God in paradise
With angel's wings and still somehow
It makes me feel
Like Ice


Tell me there's heaven
Tell me that it's true
Tell me there's a reason
Why I'm seeing what I do
Tell me there's heaven
Where all those people go
Tell me that they're happy now
Papa tell me that it's so


So do I tell here that it's true
That there's 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 heaven
Tell me that it's true
Tell me there's a reason
Why I'm seeing what I do
Tell me there's heaven
Where all those people go
Tell me that they're happy now
Papa tell me that it's so