Barbra Streisand

A Child Is Born

A child is born
We've suddenly stepped
Through a thousand doors
A child is born
Her chin is like mine
But her eyes are yours
How perfectly formed
Are her fingers
So far to reach
So much to know
What worlds will be formed
By her fingers?
We'll hold her close
Then let her go
How sweet to find
A part of ourselves
We knew nothing of
A child is born
A child that is born
Of our love