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 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 burdened crosses God's twilights 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 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