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 (oh-oh) Such a beautiful child, such a beautiful child again When I have finally found, my room filled with toys 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 twilight Oh, how I'll feel, oh, how I'll feel, oh, how I'll feel like a beautiful child Such a beautiful child again (oh) Beautiful child, such a beautiful child again (oh) Such a beautiful child, such a beautiful child again When I am older than These small goddamned hills