Children One and All

Children One And All - Mary Travers

Some of us live in big white houses

Some of us live in small

Some of our names are written on blackboards

Some are written on walls

Some of our daddies work in factories

Some of them stand in line

Some of our daddies buy us marbles

Some of them just buy wine

But at night you can't tell sunday suits

From tattered overalls

Then we're only children

Children one and all

Some of us take our lunch in boxes

Some in paper sacks

Some of us kids join in the laughter

Some hear it at our backs

Some of our mothers sew fine linen

Some can't sew a stitch

Some of our mothers dress up poorly

Some of them dress up rich

But at night you can't tell party dresses

From hand me downs too small

Then we're only children

Children one and all

Some of us learn our lessons poorly

Some of us learn them well

Some of us find an earthly heaven

Some of us live in hell

Some of us go right on a preaching

Without making too much sense

Some of us hind behind a wall

Some behind a fence

But at night you can't tell picket fences

From bricks that tower tall

Then we're only children

Children one and all

Some of us grow up tall and handsome

Some of us grow up plain

Some of us own the world in ransom

Some of us just our name

Some of our people die in misery

Some of them die in peace

Some of our people die for nothing

But dying doesn't cease

And at night you can't tell fancy coffins

From boxes in the hall

Then we're only children

Children one and all

Children