Sev en a.
m., the u sual morn ing line up.
Start on the chores, sweep ’til the floor’s all clean.
Pol ish and wax, do laun dry, mop and shine up.
Sweep a gain, and by then it’s, like, sev en fif teen.
And so I’ll read a book, or may be two or three; I’ll add a few more paint ings to my gal ler y; I’ll play gui tar, and knit, and cook and ba sic ’ly just won der, “When will my life be gin?”
Then af ter lunch, it’s puz zles, darts and bak ing,
pa per ma ché, bit of bal let and chess,
pot ter y, ven tril o quy, can dle mak ing,
then I’ll stretch, may be sketch, take a climb, sew a dress.
And I’ll re read the books, if I have time to spare.
I’ll paint the walls some more; I’m sure there’s room some where.
And then I’ll brush, and brush, and brush, and brush my hair.
Stuck in the same place I’ve al ways been.
To mor row night
the lights
will ap pear,
just
like they do
on my birth
day each year.
What
is it like
out there
where they glow?
Now that
I’m old er,
Moth er might just
let me go...
This page shows “When Will My Life Begin?” by Glenn Slater in our color-coded kid songbook view — every note is colored by pitch (red C, orange D, yellow E, green F, blue G, purple A, pink B) and the lyrics sit directly under each note, so children can sing along while they play. The song is in the key of G at 90 BPM, a slightly more challenging arrangement — practice each phrase slowly first.