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



When I have finally found my room filled with toys

Be banging on my crib excited by noise



Oh, how I'll feel like 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 like a beautiful child

Such a beautiful child again