THE CHILD WITH THE BEAUTIFUL NAME 042311 - LA SOMBRA - TEXAS RAIN

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THE CHILD WITH THE BEAUTIFUL NAME

What remains of an eagle that’s fallen
The roots of an oak tree now claim
To draw sap for the shade for the cattle
O’re the child with the beautiful name

The law, it’ revealed, is unheeded
Embalmers call plays in the game
The potentates are impotent
In the face of the child with the beautiful name

Grief brokers stand in the lobby
Assert no legitimate claim
On the soul and the mind and the body
Of the child with the beautiful name

The sky and the prairie remind us
There are spirits we never will claim
And the wind mill stands vigil at twilight
O’re the child with the beautiful name

Grief brokers stand in the lobby
Assert no legitimate claim
On the soul and the mind and the body
Of the child with the beautiful name

The books with the numbers in Texas
Have failed that eagle to claim
No permit was issued to bury
The child with the beautiful name

Grief brokers stand in the lobby
Assert no legitimate claim
On the soul and the mind and the body
Of the child with the beautiful name

Grief brokers smoke in the lobby
Assert no legitimate claim
On the soul and the mind and the body
Of the child with the beautiful name

The books with the number in Texas
Have failed one eagle to claim
And the wind mill stands vigil at twilight
Over the child with the beautiful name…

(C) 1976 Royal T Music

The day we buried Brook, On top of the chest of drawers,
I found a note Barbara had written. One line:
“The child with the beautiful name.”

I think Ra Byn was 12 when he played guitar and bass on this song.