Children One and All

Some of us live in big white houses
 Some of us live in small
 Some of our names are written on blackboards
 Some are written on walls
 Some of our daddies work in factories
 Some of them stand in line
 Some of our daddies buy us marbles
 Some of them just buy wine
 But at night you can't tell Sunday suits
 From tattered overalls
 But then we're only children
 Children one and all
 Some of us take our lunch in boxes
 Some in paper sacks
 Some of us kids join in the laughter
 Some hear it at our backs
 Some of our mothers sew fine linen
 Some can't sew a stitch
 Some of our mothers dress up poorly
 And some of them dress up rich
 But at night you can't tell party dresses
 From hand me downs too small
 But then we're only children
 Children one and all
 Some of us learn our lessons poorly
 Some of us learn them well
 Some of us find an earthly heaven
 Some of us live in hell
 Some of us go right on a'preachin'
 Without making too much sense
 Some of us hide behind a wall
 And some behind a fence
 But at night you can't you tell picket fences
 From bricks a tower tall
 But then we're only children
 Children one and all
 Some of us grow up tall and handsome
 Some of us grow up plain
 Some of us own the world in ransom
 Some of us just our name
 Some of our people die in misery
 Some of them die in peace
 Some of our people die for nothing
 But dying doesn't cease
 And at night you can't tell fancy coffins
 From boxes in the hall
 But then we're only children
 Children one and all
 Children