God Bless The Child lyrics - Paula Cole

(originally by Billie Holiday)

Them that's got shall get

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

Yes, the strong get's more

While the weak ones fade

Empty pockets don't 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, you've got lot's of friends

Crowding round your door

But When your'e gone, spending ends

They don't come no more

No no they don't come around so lonely

Rich relations give

Crust of bread and such

You can 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, you've got lot's of friends

Crowding round your door

But When your'e gone, spending ends

They don't come no more

Rich relations give

Crust of bread and such

You can 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

Give'em light

Give'em hope

Give'em heart

God bless the child