I was talking to a lady a few days ago
And these are the words she said
If you see my child somewhere
As you turn to here and there
I'm waiting for my child to come home
I am waiting and waiting
For my child to come home
I'm waiting for my child to come
I'm waiting and waiting
For my child to come
If you can't come home
Will you please send me a letter
A letter
A letter
A letter

A letter




Will mean so much to me
Lord my child
Maybe somewhere
On his sickbed
Lord
Will no one
Dare to rub
His aching head
Oh yes Jesus
Lord my child
May be somewhere
In some lonely jail
Lord with no one
There to go
His veil
Listen
If I
Only knew
What time
My child was in
Oh Lord if I only knew what time my child was in
I'll be there
On that early morning train
That no matter what's the crime
Lord you know this child is mine
That's why I'm waiting
For my child to come home
I'm waiting for my child to come home