(M.Bergman, A.Bergman, M.Legrand)
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[Recorded August 20, 1979, New York]
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One day as I walked with my son hand in hand,
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He said, there are things that I don't understand,
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How high is the sky? what makes it so blue?
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And tell me, dad, what does God look like to you?
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I said, He looks like a rainbow, just after the rain,
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He's as golden as wheat dancing over the plain.
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He looks like the star when the night's crystal clear,
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He looks like a baby when mother is near.
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His face is the moonlight reflected on snow,
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His hair like garden where all flowers grow,
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He's heavenly eyes are as true as the sea,
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My son, that's what God really looks like.
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His heart like a mountain so vast and so strong,
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That's why all his children have room to belong.
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His smile is the morning we waken to see,
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But you, my son, you are what God really looks like to me.
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That's What God Looks Like To Me
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| Frank Sinatra |
