When I am older than
These small goddamned hills
And there's no reason for my mind to be stillOh, how I'll feel like a beautiful child
Such a beautiful child again
Such a beautiful child
Such a beautiful child againWhen I have finally found
My room filled with toys
Be banging on my crib excited by noise
Oh, how I'll feel, oh, how I'll feel
Oh, how I'll feel like a beautiful child
Such a beautiful child again
Such a beautiful child
Such a beautiful child againAnd when there's nothing to gain
Or bring me pain or pin the blame
On you or myselfAnd when they finally fall
These wailing walls and burdened crosses
God's twilights and allOh, how I'll feel, oh, how I'll feel
Oh, how I'll feel like a beautiful child
Such a beautiful child again
Beautiful child
Such a beautiful child again
Such a beautiful child
Such a beautiful child againWhen I am older than
These small goddamned hills
