The little girl, she said to me
"What are these things that I can see?
Each night when I come home from school
When Mama calls me in for tea"
Oh, every night a baby dies
And every night a mama cries
What makes those men do what they do?
To make that person black and blue
Grandpa says they're happy now
They sit with God in paradise
With Angels' wings and still somehow
It makes me feel like ice
Tell me that it's true
Tell me there's a reason
Why I'm seeing what I do
Where all those people go
Tell me they're all happy now
Papa, tell me that it's so
So, do I tell her that it's true?
That there's a place for me and you
Where hungry children smile and say
We wouldn't have no other way
That every painful crack of bones
Is a step along the way
Every wrong done is a game plan
To that great and joyful day
And I'm looking
At the father and the son
And I'm looking
At the mother and the daughter
And I'm watching them in tears of pain
And I'm watching them suffer
Don't tell that little girl
Tell me
Tell me that it's true
Tell me there's a reason
Why I'm seeing what I do
Where all those people go
Tell me they're all happy now
Papa, tell me that it's so
