Song of Being a Child by Van Morrison Lyrics

Quote from the song “Song of Being a Child” by Van Morrison

When the child was a child
It walked with arms hanging
Wanted the stream to be a river and the river a torrent
And this puddle, the sea
When the child was a child, it didn't know
It was a child
Everything for it was filled with life and all life was one
Saw the horizon without trying to reach it
Couldn't rush itself
And think on command
Was often terribly bored
And couldn't wait
Passed up greeting the moments
And prayed only with its lips
When the child was a child
It didn't have an opinion about a thing
Had no habits
Often sat crossed-legged, took off running
Had a cow lick in its hair
And didn't put on a face when photographed

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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “Song of Being a Child”

• Featuring: June Boyce
• Produced: Van Morrison
• Written: Van Morrison
• Release Date: June 16, 1998

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[Verse 1: Van Morrison, June Boyce]

When the child was a child
It walked with arms hanging
Wanted the stream to be a river and the river a torrent
And this puddle, the sea
When the child was a child, it didn't know
It was a child
Everything for it was filled with life and all life was one
Saw the horizon without trying to reach it
Couldn't rush itself
And think on command
Was often terribly bored
And couldn't wait
Passed up greeting the moments
And prayed only with its lips
When the child was a child
It didn't have an opinion about a thing
Had no habits
Often sat crossed-legged, took off running
Had a cow lick in its hair
And didn't put on a face when photographed

[Verse 2: Van Morrison, June Boyce]

When the child was a child
It was the time of the following questions:
Why am I me and why not you?
Why am I here and why not there?
Why did time begin and where does space end?
Isn't what I see and hear and smell
Just the appearance of the world in front of the world?
Isn't life under the sun just a dream?
Does evil actually exist in people
Who really are evil?
Why can't it be that I who am
Wasn't before I was?
And that sometime I, the I, I am
No longer will be the I, I am?

[Verse 3: Van Morrison, June Boyce]

When the child was a child
It gagged on spinach, on peas, on rice pudding
And on steamed cauliflower
And now eats all of it and not just because it has to
When the child was a child
It woke up once in a strange bed
And now time and time again
Many people seem beautiful to it
And now not so many and now only if it's lucky
It had a precise picture of paradise
And now can only vaguely conceive of it at best
It couldn't imagine nothingness
And today shudders in the face of it
Go for the ball
Which today rolls between its legs
With its I'm here it came
Into the house which now is empty
When the child was a child
It played with enthusiasm
And now only with such former concentration
Where its work is concerned
When the game, task, activity, subject happens to be its work

[Verse 4: Van Morrison, June Boyce]

When the child was a child
It was enough to live on apples and bread
And it's still that way
When the child was a child berries fell
Only like berries into its hand
And still do
The fresh walnuts made its tongue raw
And still do
Atop each mountain it craved
Yet a higher mountain
And in each city it craved
Yet a bigger city
And still does
Reach for the cherries in the treetop
As elated as it still is today
Was shy in front of strangers
And still is
It waited for the first snow
And still waits that way
When the child was a child
It waited restlessly each day for the return of the loved one
And still waits that way
When the child was a child
It hurled a stick like a lance into a tree
And it's still quivering there today

[Outro: Van Morrison, June Boyce]

The child, the child was a child
Was a child, was a child, was a child, was a child
Child, child, child
When the child, when the child, when the child
When the child, when the child
The child, child, child, child, child
And on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
With a sense of wonder
Upon the highest hill. upon the highest hill
When the child was a child
Are you there?
Shhh, shhh
On the highest hill
When the child was a child, was a child, was a child, was a child, was a child
Was a child, was a child, was a child
Was a child, was a child, was a child
Was a child, was a child, was a child
Was a child, was a child, was a child, was a child
Was a child, was a child
Was a child, was a child, was a child, was a child
Was a child, was a child
Was a child, was a child, was a child, was a child, was a child