beautiful beautiful
with pretty eyes
beautiful beautiful
with pretty eyes
magical spirit
what's your delight
I can hear the sounds of the sea
wait won't you
listen
it's beautiful and it's free
and the tears keep falling
but do we ever know
why
when it's so beautiful

your children are not your children
they are the sons and daughters of life's longing for itself
they come through you
but not from you
and though they are with you
they belong not to you
you may give them your love
but not your thoughts
you may house their bodies
but not their souls
for they are the sons and daughters of life's longing for itself

beautiful beautiful with pretty eyes
beautiful beautiful with pretty eyes


Joy Jones
Includes an extract from  "The Prophet"  by  Khalil Gibran