Julia Crafton

Beautiful Thing - Julia Crafton

Windy smile
Seashell eyes
She looks up to you
Like she will for the rest of your life

You hold her close
She listens to your heartbeat
And there
She falls asleep

She’s a beautiful thing
She’s a beautiful thing
She’s made of love
What a thing to be made of

She’s a beautiful thing
She’s made of love
What a beautiful thing
To be made of

She holds your finger
In her little hand
And she steals your heart
And everything else you have

She may be an old soul
But she’s still so young
She’s got a spirit never broken
When odds are a million to one

She’s a beautiful thing
She’s a beautiful thing
She’s made of love
What a thing to be made of

She’s a beautiful thing
She’s a beautiful thing
She’s made of love
What a thing to be made of

But why, why, why
Does she grow up so fast
Seems like yesterday
She was taking her first steps

As you try, try, try
To give her the life you never had
For her to learn what is good
She needs to know what is bad

And you try and you try and you try
And you try to see
Past the little girl
You still think of her to be

But her soul and her eyes and her smile
Are still the same
There’s another thing
That will never change

She’s a beautiful thing
She’s a beautiful thing
She’s made of love
What a thing to be made of

She’s a beautiful thing
She’s a beautiful thing
She’s made of love
What a thing to be made of

She’s made of love
She’s a beautiful thing
Made of love
She’s a beautiful thing

David Cook - Piano and Keyboards; Mitch Stein - Guitars; Dave Richards - Bass; Randy Crafton – Drums; Ryan Cavanaugh - Banjo