Abbey Lincoln Conversation With A Baby
We're really very lucky that you got here
Nowadays they slay them at the door
Wish that you could tell us where you came from
But no one can remember from before
If you could talk I'll bet you'd tell me
Yes I know you gathered in the womb
But where do all the little babies come from?
Do they tarry over there in the tomb?
It's only holy magic that could send you
Make you with that precious little face
Look just like your daddy, like an angel
Living in this sad and lonely place
I wonder if you've been to other planets;
Other worlds with other dreams to share?
Maybe in a twinkling of a moment
Of a sudden you'll remember being there
There's something else I'd really like to ask you
Does the shining spirit reappear
Does it travel further through the distance?
Is it all by chance our being there?
They say that life is fleeting and we vanish
Living here's not all that it could be
But is it like a circle? A dimension?
A calculation measured by degree?
You're holding heaven's secrets little darling
Never mind I saw that precious smile
Maybe thought, perhaps one day you'll tell us
Exactly where you've been all the while
So where do all the little babies come from?
Were you really sent here on the run?
Did you ride a mighty beam of lightning?
You little rascal you, you came here
From the sun
