When I'M Grown
Where is my daddy momma?
Where has he gone to?
Daddy, if you can hear me,
I really, really miss you.
Mom, you said God took him,
And now he’s in Thy grace.
But can you tell me momma,
Where can I find this place.
I miss my daddy momma,
When will he come home?
You always say you’ll tell me,
Whenever I am grown.
Am I not growing momma?
I feel grown, as grown can be.
Where has my daddy gone to?
Momma, can you please tell me.
I’ve waited by the door,
I’ve waited by the phone.
And I’ve waited for you to tell me,
When daddy’s coming home.
But you just sit there crying,
About the things I’ve said.
At night I listen at your door,
And you cry louder in bed.
Was it something I said?
Was it something I done?
To make daddy go back,
To heaven where he’s from.
Where’s this heaven momma?
Where’s this land of glory?
So I can go tell daddy,
I miss his bedtime stories.
I miss everything about him,
His kisses made me feel better.
Momma, can I have paper and pen,
So I can write daddy a letter.
So he’ll know the things he’s missed,
Whenever he comes home.
I can’t wait to grow up momma,
So you can tell me when I’m grown.
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