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