Beautiful Child

When I am older than these small goddamned hills

And there's no reason for my mind to be still

Oh, how I'll feel like a beautiful child again

Such a beautiful child again

Such a beautiful child

Such a beautiful child again

When I have finally found my room filled with toys

Be banging on my crib excited by noise

Oh, how I'll feel

Oh, how I'll feel

Oh, how I'll feel like a beautiful child

Such a beautiful child again

Such a beautiful child

Such a beautiful child again

And when there's nothing to gain

Or bring me pain

Or pin the blame

On you or myself

And when they finally fall

These wailing walls

And burning crosses

God's twilight and all

Oh how I'll feel

Oh how I'll feel

Oh how I'll feel like a beautiful child

Such a beautiful child again

A beautiful child

Such a beautiful child again

Such a beautiful child

Such a beautiful child again

When I am older than these small goddamned hills