Oh, Beautiful Child: Page 12

Oh, beautiful child; The soft swan swims at sunset and sunrise; As we watch it, I can see the sparkle of magic in your eyes. Oh, beautiful child; Catch a glimpse of a snowflake in your hand; There will be many, many more; like a beach has a grain of sand. Oh, beautiful child; When I come tapping on you windows; I hope that you will let me in; especially when the wind blows. A log cabin would be very nice; Within a forest green; So, you can hide; I'll be beside you when you think the world is mean.