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Songs to Old Poems - My Childhood Bed
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song to the old poems 'My Mother's Prayer' by (the old poet) T. C. O'Kane and 'Making A Man' by (the old poet) Nixon Waterman ver. My Childhood Bed mix 01
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Genre
Pop Dance-Pop
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Peak #1
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music copyright wbiro
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wbiro
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July 27, 2013
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MP3 4.6 MB 192 kbps 3:19
Story behind the song
song to the old poems 'My Mother's Prayer' by (the old poet) T. C. O'Kane and 'Making A Man' by (the old poet) Nixon Waterman
Lyrics
As I wandered 'round the homestead, Many a dear, familiar spot Brought back by my fading memory Scenes I seemingly forgot. To the attic dark ascending, Once a source of childhood dread; Peering through the spidery cobwebs There I saw my childhood bed! Quickly I drew it from the darkness, Brushed off the dust that lay so long, When, behold! I heard in passing Strains of a familiar song: Hurry the baby as fast as you can, Hurry him, worry him, make him a man! Off with his diapers, on with his pants; feed him on brainfood, and make him advance! Hustle him soon as he's able to walk; Stuff him in school and cram him with talk; Fill his round head with square figures and facts, Keep on jamming them there 'till there's nothing he lacks! Often sung by my dear mother To me in my childhood bed! "Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber; "Holy angels guard thy bed!" from "My Mother's Prayer" by T. C. O'Kane and "Making A Man" by Nixon Waterman
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