Oh, Beautiful Child, Page 22

Oh, beautiful child; I hope your birds are flying someplace warm; To bright blue skies and rainbows just after the thunderstorm. Oh, beautiful child; It's not often that you use your orange and peach; I'll help you pick off a pretty leaf; if it's one that you cannot reach. Oh, beautiful child; I can see; Your soft swan swims so happily. Oh, beautiful child; You have a very sweet Angel dressed in pink; She knows she shares her name with you; if we could see her eyes; she'd wink. Oh, beautiful child; You've made your mountains standing while it snows; You've had such patience with your dots; you've kept them safe when the wind blows.