Mrs Lyons: (Singing) Each day I look out from this window
I see him with his friends, I hear him call,
I rush down but as I fold my arms around him
He’s gone. Was he ever there at all?
I’ve dreamed of all the places I would take him
The games we’d play the stories I would tell
The jokes we’d share, the clothing I would make him
I reach out. But as I do, he fades away.
(The melody shifts into that of Mrs Johnstone who is looking at Mrs Lyons, feeling for her. Mrs Lyons gives her a half smile and a shrug, slightly embarrassed at what she has revealed. Mrs Johnstone turns and looks at the room she is in. Looking up in awe at the comparative opulence and ease of the place. Tentatively and wondering she sings)
Mrs Johnstone: If my child was raised
In a palace like this one
He wouldn’t have to worry where
His next meal was comin’ from
His clothing would be
Supplied by George Henry Lee
(Mrs Lyons sees that Mrs Johnstone might be peruaded)
Mrs Lyons: He’d have all his own toys
And a garden to play in
Mrs Johnstone: He could make too much noise
Without the neighbours complainin’
Mrs Lyons: Silver trays to take meals on
Mrs Johnstone: A bike with both wheels on?
Mrs Lyons: And he’d sleep every night in a bed of his own
Mrs Johnstone: He wouldn’t get into fights,
He’d leave matches alone
And you’d never find him
Effin’...
