Oh, beautiful child, I hope your birds are flying someplace warm;
To bright blue skies and rainbows
Just after the storm.
Oh, beautiful child, you've a guardian angel who is always floating above;
When there are moments that I'm not there,
She'll give you all of my love.
Oh, beautiful child, I think it's neat the way you've colored your whale;
It's quite cute how you've made him look
Like he is wiggling his tail.
Oh, beautiful child, I see that your mountain picture is covered with cloud;
How it must be so quiet there
Without people to make it loud.
Oh, beautiful child, I watch you as you make your flowers grow;
And I can tell that you have much
To give the world we know.