Heaven Help the Child

Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo-oo
 Nineteen-twelve in New York
 I take a walk up to Park Avenue to sip some brew with my good friend
 Maggie the Bohemian
 That was quite a woman of the world
 And i am the the envy of all the men
 Heaven help the child
 Heaven help the child
 Paris in the twenties, I can offer plenty
 To a young man with a vision, so they say
 With a friend named, Fitzgerald
 I was headed for the old world
 On a merchant steamer bound for Biscay Bay
 Heaven help the child
 Heaven help the child
 Take him back to where he is never been
 We're all building walls
 They should be bridges
 We're all building walls
 They should be bridges
 Nothin' like a freight train, get you to a city
 Pick another sad song for me, Jim
 Hate to leave the ol' man all alone to work the cotton
 But the country never seemed to bother him
 Heaven help the child
 Heaven help the child
 Heaven help the children find their way
 War is hell to live with
 I said to the General
 As we made the battle plan out for the day
 This will be the last one, only God be willin'
 We will go back home this time to stay
 So if old acquaintance be forgot
 And never brought to mind
 Let's sip a cup of kindness
 For my friends to days gone by