For his age, he is 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,
Seeing him at play makes me smile,
No matter what happens to me, no matter what my destiny, Lord, protect my child.
Protect my child,
Protect my child.
When the whole Earth is asleep you can look at him and weep,
Two things you find are all worthwhile,
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,
And if I fall along the way and can't see another day, Lord, protect my child.
Protect my child,
Protect my child.
There'll be a time, I hear tell, when all will be well, when God and man have been reconciled,
But until men lose their chains and the righteousness reigns, Lord, protect my child.
