| Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan
For his age, he's wise
He's got his mother's eyes
There's gladness
in his heart
He's young and he's wild
My only prayer is, if I can't be there,
Lord,
protect my child
As his youth now unfolds
He is centuries old
Just to see him
at play makes me smile
No matter what happens to me
No matter what my destiny
Lord,
protect my child
While the world is asleep
You can look at it and weep
Few
things you find are worthwhile
And though I don't ask for much
No material things to
touch
Lord, protect my child
He's young and on fire
Full of hope and
desire
In a world that's been raped, raped and defiled
If I fall along the way
And
can't see another day
Lord, protect my child
There'll be a time I hear
tell
When all will be well
When God and man will be reconciled
But until men lose
their chains
And righteousness reigns
Lord, protect my child |
