1912 in New York
I take a walk up to Park Avenue to sip some brew with my good friend
Maggie the Bohemian, Lord she’s quite a woman of the world
And I’m the envy of the men

Heaven help the child
Heaven help the child

Paris in the twenties, it can offer plenty
To a young man with a vision, so they say
With a friend named Fitzgerald, I’m off to see 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’s never been

Nothin’ like a freight train, get you to the city
Would you pick another sad song for me Jim
Hate to leave the old 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 plans out for the day
This will be the last one, only God be willin’
We can go back home this time to stay

Heaven help the child
Heaven help the child
Heaven help the children find their way