Beautiful Child - Rufus Wainwright

When I am older than

These small goddamned hills

And there’s no reason

For my mind to be still

Oh, how I’ll feel like a beautiful child

Such a beautiful child again

Such a beautiful child

Such a beautiful child again

When I have finally found

My room filled with toys

Be banging on my crib

Excited by noise

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 again

And when there’s nothing to gain

Or bring me pain

Or pin the blame

On you or myself

And when they finally fall

These wailing walls

And burdened crosses

God’s twilights and all

How I’ll feel

Oh, how I’ll feel

Oh, how I’ll feel like (a beautiful child)

(Such a beautiful child again)

(A beautiful child)

(Such a beautiful child again)

Such a beautiful child

Such a beautiful child again

When I am older than

These small goddamned hills