Little Lost Child - Tom Paxton

Little lost child in a room full of strangers

Home is behind you and dead anyway

Night dreams have led you across North America

Looking for fiddlers you don’t have to pay

Known in your home town for freedom and style

Envied by those who bow down to the mill

You wonder now, how you ever could smile

You wonder now, if they envy you still

But don’t you worry, little lost child

You did what you had to do

Don’t you worry

You’re gonna be fine child

You’re gonna come through

I know that you’re gonna come through

Little lost child on a street full of dangers

Filling your eyes with the tears of lost dreams

Downing your colours in hopes of a new hope

You feel yourself coming apart at the seams

Now don’t you look back while you’re feeling the pain

What you knew then was the peace of the dead

Little lost child, you can’t go home again

Gone is the shadow who slept in your bed

But don’t you worry, little lost child

You did what you had to do

Don’t you worry

You’re gonna be fine child

Gonna come through

I know that you’re gonna come through

Ah don’t you worry, little lost child

You did what you had to do

Don’t you worry

You’re gonna be fine child

Gonna come through

I know that you’re gonna come through