Jose - Dolores Keane

In the streets of Sao Paulo

In the morning light

There are children begging there

Waiting for the night

Maria searching for her child

Where are you Jose

He doesn't hear

His mother's cry

They've taken Jose away

She always carries

His picture around

On a printed mosaic

She ask the other

Children there

Hundreds every day

She think she sees

Him here in the crowd

She's running calling his name

She turns around

And pass him again

So many just to sing

And when the shades

Of evening come

Street children hide away

Them man with guns

They roam around

Lurking for their prey

In the sewers the children lay

They are full of fear

So many like 'em every night

They just dissapear

There are children in this town

Who are need and keep

They have mates and

Go to school in the limosine

Thier parents pay

The men with the guns

To keep them safe and sound

They took Jose in the night

Cleaning up the town

In the park of butterflies

In the mid day sun

He can grip

The violet and blue

There's live begone

They fly and weep among the flowers

They will never know pain

The story comes and brace the wind

In the tropical rain

In the streets of Sao Paulo

In the morning light

There are children begging there

Waiting for the night

There's a picture

Of Mary and Jesus

Hanging on the wall

No one hears Maria's cry

No one hears it at all

No one hears Maria's cry

No one hears her at all