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 journey here and there, tell him I'm waiting for my child to come home

I am waiting and 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 would mean so much to me. yes it will

Lord my child may be somewhere on his sick bed Lord with no one there to rub his aching head...Oh yes Jesus

Lord my child in somewhere in some lonely jail Lord with no one there to post his bail, oh Lord..... listen if I only knew what town my child was in .... I'll be there on that early morning train, then no matter what's crime Lord you know this child is mine.... and I'm waiting for my child to come home.