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
But 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 their backs
Some of our mothers sew fine linen

Some can't sew a stitch
Some of our mothers dress up poorly
And some of them dress up rich

But at night you can't tell party dresses
From hand me downs too small
But 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 approaching
Without making too much sense
Some of us hide behind a wall

And some behind a fence
But at night you can't you tell picket fences
From bricks a tower tall

But 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
But then we're only children
Children one and all