Heaven Help the Child

Nineteen-twelve in New York
Took a walk up to Park Avenue to sip some brew
With my good friend, Maggie the Bohemian
She was quite the woman of the world
I was the envy of all the men
Heaven help the child
Heaven help the child
Paris in the twenties, it 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’s never been
We’re all building walls
They should be bridges
Nothing 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
Take us back to where we have never been
«War is hell to live with», I said to the General
As we made the battle plans 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 forgotten
And never brought to mind
Let’s sip a cup of kindness
For my friends, today’s gone by