Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, artist - Olivia ChaneyDate of issue: 14.06.2018
Song language: English
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn |
| Father’s a drinker |
| Rolls down the stairs |
| When I am with him |
| I could be anywhere |
| I will read every book of the world |
| Turning pages, Irish girl |
| In my tenement fairy-tale |
| He calls me prima donna |
| Still rubs my nose |
| Says I’ve got a bad, bad case of growing up |
| Is dream time closed? |
| The language of angels |
| Mussels and seashells |
| Is when Pappa sings old ballads |
| Scatters like petals |
| When we walk |
| There is Spring in my cheek |
| Mamma thinks that he’s a cheat |
| Every place has its dreamers |
| And everyone has a song |
| The ocean bed it changes |
| The winds blow seeds to sow |
| The tide of the Hudson is flowing |
| A tree in Brooklyn it grows |
| Alive, alive-oh |
| Alive, alive-oh |
| Crying‚ cockles and mussels alive, alive-oh' … |