Wonder Child

Lydia Marie Carl
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This child she means the world to us.
There is no more enchanted
A child can take this place of ruin
And magically enhance it.

We see her in a golden room
With the book of life before her.
Strange instruments upon her charts
And the crystal glow inside her.

She's your wonder child.
And our dreams come true.
We've searched all of our life
We see her now flying over the universe.

This child will build a violin.
One will follow the traveller's love.
Another will the bow apply
To reach the One above.

We see her in a golden room
With the moon and stars about her.
Her simple smile is Heaven's gate
With the King of all beside her.

She's your wonder child.
And our dreams come true.
We've searched all of our life
We see her now flying over the universe.

From Mary Black's Circus album.