Mamma

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

Mamma

Where do we go from here

Mamma why can't we stay

Mamma is daddy very near

Mamma 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 mamma 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

Mamma he whispers quietly

Mamma you're looking old

Mamma why don't you answer me

Mamma your hands feel cold

He rushes out into the chilly night

He can't believe

What he has 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 is a mother mild

Who's mourning a son passed away

And fate brings

The cries of the little child

To her just as he starts to say

Hey hey hey

Mamma she knows

What she must do

Mamma she thinks of her

Mamma I must take the place of you

And take him into my care

Mamma oh oh

Mamma oh oh

Mamma oh oh

Mamma oh oh