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