This is the tale of a little boy
Wandering far from his home
Most of his family were with him then
And nothing but life did they own
Tortured by war in their native land
Their only recourse was to flight Tracing the path of the sun by day
And led by the North Star at night
Onward they pressed to the promised land
Not knowing if that was the way And
none of the children could understand
And this little boy used to say Hey, hey, hey
Mama,
where do we go from here?
Mama,
why can't we stay?
Mama,
is Daddy very near?
Mama,
why do you pray?
Down came the winter,
the food was scarce The people were falling like flies
Disease helped starvation make matters
worse And parents resorted to lies
Hush,
your mama will soon be well Though all they can do is to wait
And one little boy hears the doctor tell
The others he thinks it's too late
It's too late
Mama,
he whispers quietly Mama,
you're looking old
Mama,
why don't you answer me?
Mama,
your hands feel cold
He rushes out into the chilly night
He can't believe what he's been told
The tears in his eyes start to blur his
sight And freeze on his face with the cold
But in the next camp there's a mother
mild Whose mourning son passed away
And fate brings the cries of the little child
To her just as he starts to say
Hey, hey, hey Mama,
she knows what she must do
Mama,
she thinks of her Mama,
I must take the place of you
And take him
into my care