"Heaven Help The Child" lyrics

1912 in New York, I take a walk up to Park Avenue
To sip some brew with my good friend
Maggie the Bohemian, Lord, she's quite the woman of the world
And I'm the envy of 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, and 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
We're all building walls
They should be bridges

Nothing like a freight train, get you to a city
Would you pick another sad song for me, Jim?
I hate to leave the old man all alone to work the cotton
But the country never seems 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 plans out for the day
This will be the last one, only God be willin'
We will go back home this time to stay

If old acquaintance be forgotten
And never brought to mind
Let's sip a cup of kindness then
My friends, to days gone by