Castle On a Cloud

There is a castle on a cloud.

I like to go there in my sleep.

Aren't any floors for me to sweep,

not in my castle on a cloud.

There is a room that's full of toys.

There are a hundred boys and girls.

Nobody shouts or talks too loud,

not in my castle on a cloud.

There is a lady all in white

holds me and sings a lullaby.

She's nice to see and she's soft to touch.

She says 'Cosette, I love you very much'.

I know a place where no one's lost.

I know a place where no one cries.

Crying at all is not allowed,

not in my castle on a cloud.

Oh help! I think I hear them now.

And I'm nowhere near finished sweeping and scrubbing and polishing the floors.

Oh, it's her! It's Madame.

Now look who's here!

The little madam herself.

Pretending once again she's been so awfully good.

Better not let me catch you slacking.

Better not catch my eye.

Ten rotten francs your mother sends me.

What's that going to buy?

Now take that pail, my little mademoiselle,

and go and draw some water from the well.

We should never have taken you in in the first place.

How stupid the things that we do!

Like mother, like daughter. The scum of the street!

Still there, Cosette?

Your tears will do you no good.

I told you fetch some water from the well in the wood.

Please do not send me out alone,

not in the darkness on my own.

Enough of that, or I'll forget to be nice.

You heard me ask of something

and I never ask twice!