Waiting For My Child - Patty Griffin

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

Could you please send me a letter

A letter would mean so much to me

Oh my child may be somewhere

On his sick bed

With no one there to rub his aching head

Oh my child may be somewhere

In some lonely jail

With no one there to go his bail

If I only knew what town my child was in

I’ll be there on that early morning train

And no matter what’s crime

Lord you know that this child is mine

That’s why I’d be waiting for my child to come home

I am waiting, waiting for my child to come

I am waiting, waiting for my child to come

If he can’t come home

Could he please send me a letter

A letter would mean so much to me

I am waiting, waiting

I am waiting and waiting

I am waiting for my child to come home