HEAVEN HELP THE CHILD by Mickey Newbury.

1912 in New York I take a walk up to Park Avenue
To sip some brew with my good friend, Maggie the Bohemian;
She is such a woman of the world, and I'm the envy of the men.

Heaven help the child, Heaven help the child.

Paris in the 20's, it can offer plenty
to a young man with a vision so they say.
With a friend named Fitzgerald, I'm headed for the old world
On a merchant schooner bound for Biscaye Bay.

Heaven help the child; Heaven help the child.
Take him back to where he's never been.

Bridge:
We're all building walls, they should be bridges.
We're all building walls, they should be bridges.


Nothing like a freight train to get you to the city,
Would you pick another sad song for me Jim
Hate to leave the old man all alone to work the cotton
But the country never seems to bother him.


Heaven help the child, Heaven help the child
Heaven help the children everywhere.


War is hell to live with, I said to the general
As we made the battle plans out for today
This will be the last one, only God be willing
Then we can go back home this time to stay.

Tag ending
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind
Let's sip a cup of kindness then, my friend, for days gone by.