Oh, Beautiful Child: Page 11

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.