What do children do with these colors so hallow?nYes I know their will is truenBut their throats must hurt to swallownLike an orphan with his gruelnIn a theater oh, so cruelnWhat do children donnI saw some faces today, they smilednThey smiled at me and you be the bay in the maple treesnNothing in their faces looked real, real, real to me and younBut I'm gonna keep it with me anywaynWhat do children do, do, donWhat do children do, do, donnSo when the curtain parts for you and the tiers are full of laughternAh, you will come in bloomnAnd I'll be up there somewherenJust hanging from the raftersnI'll be swinging from the rafters for younAnd we'll make the movie with Victorian steeplesnMy heart under all these peoplennLike a sugar cake can look so good on a china platenIt makes the world seem sweeter nownMary's on the swingsnBut I'm on the grassnNothing will passnnSo give me my coat and hand me my cameranAnd we'll shoot the film with lighting tendernWith a beautiful hymn that's how I'd like to remembernThe perfect pretendernWhose movie is about to beginnWith another lovely hymn and I'm ready nownAnd the show was oh so preciousnOh, so precious tonight