Beautiful Child
Up in Inwood Park maybe 50 yards from the parkway
On a bed of leaves
We lay down a blanket
That’s where my child was conceived
It was late Indian summer
The weather was mild
Beautiful child, beautiful child
Oh... beautiful child
So what you give away is given back to you
Plus it’s multiplied
All we ever really need to be told is
Everything will be alright
I lifted him from the rushes
And gave my thanks to the River Nile
For my beautiful child, beautiful child
Oh... beautiful child, beautiful child
All up and down the streets of my soul
Church bells rang
In the middle of Times Square, I swear, the angels sang
To welcome this messenger of love
The statue of Mary smiled
On my beautiful child
Beautiful child
Oh... beautiful child, beautiful child
On my beautiful child, beautiful child
