Lyrics

Picture this: your grown up daughter
In some place so cruel and wild
And she’s fearful for her life there
And she’s fearful for her child
So she walks a thousand miles
With her baby in her arms
To a land she’s only dreamed of
Where her child is safe from harm
Now picture this: your grown up daughter
In an unimagined scene
Where her child is taken from her
In the country of her dreams

If she could She’d sing about Jesus
If she could She’d get out of her head
If she could She’d know what to do
When she gets out of bed
Crying “Oh oh oh, Where’s my child?”

Picture this: your baby grandchild
And she doesn’t want for much
But she cannot be consoled here
And she’s longing for one touch
And she’s crying in her sleep now
As some stranger holds her near
But the comfort of a stranger
Can’t absorb a single tear
And picture this: your grown up daughter
Now unraveling at the seams
As she longs to hold her baby
In the country of her dreams

And if she could She’d sing about Jesus
If she could She’d get out of her head
If she could She’d know what to do
When she gets out of bed
Crying “Oh oh oh, Where’s my child?”

Crying “Oh oh oh”
Crying “Oh oh oh, Where’s my child?”