Bob Dylan - Lord protect my child

^GFor his age, he’s wise ^CHe’s got his mother’s ^Geyes ^GThere’s gladness in his ^Emheart He’s young and he’s ^Dwild ^GMy only prayer ^Cis if I can’t be ^C7there ^GLord, ^Dprotect my ^Gchild

^GAs his youth now unfolds ^CHe is centuries o^Gld ^{G Em}see him at play makes me s^Dmile ^GNo matter what happens to me ^CNo matter what my d^C7estiny ^GLord, ^Dprotect my ^Gchild

^GThe whole world is asleep ^CYou can look at it and ^Gweep ^{G G}Few things you f^Emind are worthwh^Dile ^GAnd though I don’t ask for much ^CNo material things to ^C7touch ^GLord, ^Dprotect my ^Gchild

^GHe’s young and on fire ^CFull of hope and ^Gdesire ^GIn a world that’s been^Em raped, raped and ^Ddefiled ^GIf I fall along the way ^CAnd can’t see another ^C7day ^GLord, ^Dprotect my ^Gchild

^GThere’ll be a time I hear tell ^CWhen all will be ^Gwell ^GWhen God and m^Eman will be r^Deconciled ^GBut until men lose their chains ^CAnd righteousness ^C7reigns ^GLord, ^Dprotect my ^Gchild