Why do we want to be
Ballerinas when we grow up?
When we grow up?
Little boys dream the night away
With fighting fires
When we grow up
Tour jeté, relevé, ron de jambe
And round and up, round and up
Firemen sliding down the pole
And sound the siren, everybody up

All is well, in my sorrow
Oh, isn't she a beauty?
Burning hall, ash and shadow
Oh, here comes the hero

Little eyes, small but wide
Young but wiser
All looking up, all looking up
For your hat and your axe
And your yellow jacket
Daddy, get up
Ash to ash, dust to dust
None could muster
Daddy, get up, daddy, get up
They see what you didn't do
When consumed by fire

Days glow
Sleep in the hollow
Dreams in the hollow
Pesky old crow
Heather and thistle
No prints to follow
Hope that they follow
Hope's all they know

All is well in my sorrow
Oh, isn't she a beauty?
Burning hall, ash and shadow
Oh, here comes the hero

Oh, I tried to put it out
But the big tree was falling
And now, I find him reaching out
But the big tree, it fell

Cross the sea, her dancing broken dream
So I'm lacing up, I'm lacing up
For musing starts in broken hearts
The most courageous beauty
So I'm lacing up
Mother's milk, ragged silk
Chalk's in the hall tree
Tattered toe shoes, broken toe
Relevé, turn and pray
For mother's broken dancer

Days glow
Sleep in the hollow
Dreams in the hollow
Pesky old crow
Heather and thistle
No prints to follow
Hope that they follow
Hope's all they know

All is well in my sorrow
Oh, isn't she a beauty?
Burning hall, ash and shadow
Oh, here comes the hero