Sweet dreams my little amigo   Barefoot and homeless in Rio De Janiero   Sleepin' on the step of a church   Whose doors are locked   Livin' in a cardboard box   Inside at the shrine   The Priest sips fine wine   Dines on fine food and looks for a sing   No mother no father   No shoes nor a bed   No place to relax and rest his weary head   Where his next meal will come from   Nobody knows   But everyone can see the church is covered in gold      Wish I had a home   With ten million rooms   I'd open up the doors   And let the street children through   Wish that I could scoop   All of those children in my arms   And give the love they need   And to protect them all from harm      Wish I had a home   With ten million rooms   I'd open up the doors   And let the street children through   Wish that I could scoop   All of those children in my arms   And give the love they need   And to protect them all from harm      Wish I had a home   With ten million rooms   I'd open up the doors   And let the street children through   Wish that I could scoop   All of those children in my arms   And give the love they need   And to protect them all from harm