I will look and never smile;
Look and listen for my missing child;
Is he hurt or is he dead?
These thoughts wonder within my head.
Hurt and wrung my eyes will be;
Never will I find him,
Dead is he
Listen for his soft call;
Where is he?
I will fall.
I shall die upon his bed,
Where he had rested his head;
All I want is to be with him,
To see his smile or his cheeky grin.
Oh the thoughts within my head;
Is he alive or is he dead?
Remembering him with his big smile;
All I want is my missing child.