Oh, beautiful child;
Imagine a horse resting in the night;
And he and all of his brothers wear a lovely coat of white.

Oh, beautiful child;
I'll place your mountain inside your window pane;
I will always stay dry and very proud; even in the rain.

Oh, beautiful child;
The angels build their home up in the skies;
You'll see their towers great and tall when you close your
eyes.

Oh, beautiful child;
If your world were made of rubber bands;
You'd cry sometimes, but, you'd bounce back; for we'd be
holding hands.

Oh, beautiful child; you can swing high in the purple
night;
With Mommy beside you to push and to guide you; 
Flying in the fright moonlight.