God Bless the Child Songtext
von Ute Jeutter

Them that′s got shall keep
Them that's not shall lose
So the Bible said and it still is news
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that′s got his own
That's got his own

Well, the strong gets more
While the weak ones fade
Them that's broke and stoned
Never ever make the grade
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that′s got his own
That′s got his own


Money, money makes a lot of friends
Crowding 'round your door
But when that money′s gone
And all your spending ends
They don't come around anymore

Rich relations give you
A crust of bread and such
You may help yourself, but don′t take too much
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That′s got his own

Money, money makes a lot of friends
Crowding 'round your door
But when that money's gone
And all your spending ends
They don′t come around anymore

Rich relations give you
A crust of bread and such
You may help yourself, but don′t take too much
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child who can stand up and say
"I've got my own"