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