Ok... so this one is weird. 

Obviously, a man can't get pregnant. Not even in genderbent universes. I know. It's crazy. Anyway, so because Elijah can't you know... have a baby... let's just pretend they are adopting! Or as close to adopting as you can get in the late 1700s. 

On with the lyrics!

Look around, look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now! Look around, look around...

How long have you known?

A month or so.

Elijah, you should have told me!

I wrote to the general a month ago!

No!

I begged her to send you home...

You should have told me—

I'm not sorry.

I knew you'd fight until the war

(was won) The war's not done.

But you should get to meet your daughter or son!

Look around, look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now! 

Will you relish a poor girl as your wife. Unable to provide for your life—

—I relish you being my wife. 

Look around, look around! 

Look at where you are. Look at where you started. The fact that you're alive is a miracle. Just stay alive. That would be enough!

And if this child has a fraction of your smile or a fragment of your mind, look out world! That would be enough!

We don't need a legacy. We don't need money. If I could grant you peace of mind... if you could let me inside your heart! Oh, let me be a part of the narrative! Of the story they will write someday! Let this moment be the first chapter where you decide to stay...

And I could be enough

And we could be enough

That would be enough...