The fair baby’s wrapped in his overcoat
I can see him and love him I have his thoughts
That young mother is pushing the pram around
A jingly toy is in her bag I just can hear the sound
A crowd of children is gathering in the playground
Blushing cheeks dripping noses tiny hands
Under a flat grey sad sky
Mother’s milk, fairy tales for children’s eyes
Teddy bears and beds
Blankets for their tiny dreams
In a little train
On a rubber plane flying over their sweet names
Teddy bears and beds

All the puppets I’ve seen once upon a time
They showed me their swords but they’re not mine
All the babies I’ve seen once in a dream
Disappear like the clouds that’s what I’ve seen
All the babies I’ll see until I die
Are the portrait of what I cannot find
The young mother is pushing the pram around
That’s the measure of the distance between me and life
Teddy bears and beds
Blankets for their tiny dreams
In a little train
On a rubber plane flying over their sweet names
Teddy bears and beds

And now it’s time to go to bed
Sweet dreams my dear it’s what they say
I breathe the perfume of the light
The lamp is off the day is over
Teddy bears and beds
Blankets for their tiny dreams
In a little train
On a rubber plane flying over their sweet names
Teddy bears and beds