Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo-oo Nineteen-twelve in New York I take a walk up to Park Avenue to sip some brew with my good friend Maggie the Bohemian That was quite a woman of the world And i am the the envy of all the men Heaven help the child Heaven help the child Paris in the twenties, I can offer plenty To a young man with a vision, so they say With a friend named, Fitzgerald I was 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 is never been We're all building walls They should be bridges We're all building walls They should be bridges Nothin' like a freight train, get you to a city Pick another sad song for me, Jim Hate to leave the ol' man all alone to work the cotton But the country never seemed 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 plan out for the day This will be the last one, only God be willin' We will go back home this time to stay So if old acquaintance be forgot And never brought to mind Let's sip a cup of kindness For my friends to days gone by