| On the day little Danny arrived
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| His father stared and his mother cried
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| They knew his name but they didn’t know why
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| He looked the way he did
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| This thing happens to other kids
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| How in the world are we gonna live
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| With a boy like that?
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| Doctor said,"Dan's the first bad news
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| Second is his heart won’t make it through
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| It must be fixed unless you choose
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| To send him back where he came
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| Starve the boy from his name
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| Just six short days of pain
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| Or maybe less"
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| Danny’s Downs but Love is up
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| It’s been known to be more than enough
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| For more and more of us
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| Danny’s downs but Love is up
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| «I'm not that strong,» his father said
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| «The dreams are gone, the hopes have fled
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| Won’t be long after he’s dead
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| We’ll try again to find
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| The child we had in mind
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| Where the hell are those papers to sign?»
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| And the man broke down
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| In a private room Danny’s mother wept
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| As an old Jamaican woman swept
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| And not by chance their eyes met
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| (And she said)
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| «God's gifts are only good y’know
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| And there ain’t no Love the Lord can’t grow
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| Aw honey, take that boy with ya when ya go
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| Back home
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| It’s been eight years since the surgery
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| His sister’s 5, his brother’s 3
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| He goes to school and he knows how to read
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| He takes the bus home by himself
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| Puts his lunch pail back upon the shelf
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| And he hugs his Momma till she melts
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| To the floor
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| They’re more than a home, they’re a family
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| 'Cause blood and bones are still souls y’see
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| And someone’s baby’s just another Danny
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| And in the guest room in the back
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| Lives this old Jamaican black
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| 'Cause when you give a gift
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| God gives it back again |