Conversation With A Baby - Abbey Lincoln

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