God Bless the Child ( Billie Holiday / Arthur Herzog, Jr. ) Songtext
von Aretha Franklin

Them that′s got shall get
Them that's not shall lose
For the Bible says
And it still is news

Momma may have
Poppa may have
God bless the child
That′s got his own
That's got his own

Well, the strong gets more
While the weak ones fade
Empty pockets don't
Ever make the grade, oh no


Momma may have
Poppa may have
But God bless the child
That can stand up anywhere and say
"I′ve got my own", woah

And you′ve got money
You've got lots of friends
Crowdin′ round the door
And when that money's gone
And of that spending means
Oh don′t you know they aren't coming around anymore

Not rich realations will give you
A crust of bread and such
Now you can help yourself
Oh but don′t take, don't take too much, no no

Momma may have
Hmm and Poppa may have
But God bless the child
It's always a child that can say
"I′ve got my own"
Oh I′ve got my own