Heaven Help The Child

Nineteen-twelve in New York
I took a walk up to Park Avenue
To sip some brew with my good friend
Maggie the Bohemian
Lord, she's quite the woman of the world
And I'm the envy of the men

Heaven help the child
Heaven help the child

Paris in the twenties, it can offer plenty
To a young man with a vision, so they say
With a friend named Fitzgerald
I was headed for the old world
On a merchant steamer bound for Biscay Bay

Heaven help the child
Heaven help the child
Take him back to where he has never been

We're all building walls
They should be bridges
We're all building walls
They should be bridges
Nothing like a freight train, get you to the city
Won't you pick another sad song for me, Jim
I hate to leave the old man all alone
To work the cotton
But the country never seemed to bother him

Heaven help the child
Heaven help the child
Take us back to where we have never been

"A war is hell to live with"
I said to the General
As we made the battle plans out for the day
And this will be the last one, only God be willing
And we will go back home this time to stay

So if old acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind
Let's sip a cup of kindness
For my friends
Today's gone by



Credits
Writer(s): Mickey Newbury
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