Lyrics

Lord when I make it to heaven
Grant me just one small request
Hand me the keys to the nursery
Give me the job I'd like best
I'll be the keeper of the children
Who never had the chance to draw life's breath
Tell them I'll be there when it's over
So I can find some reason for their death
I'll tell them stories they might hear at bed time
Hold theem close and brush away the tears
Brag about their daddies and all their pretty moms
And try explaining how they made it here
I'd give them each a name for the first time
Make them little toys and maybe sing
A lullaby I heard when I was young
Little souls must need that sort of thing
And Lord when Your birthday comes around
We'll have a celebration too
And though they don't have birthdays
I know they won't mind
They'll be happy sharing yours with you
If there's someone up there waiting
Tell them that You've heard my little prayer
Tell them life is beautiful
They'll all understand
The keeper of the children will be there
The keeper of the children will be there