| I think about my little girl, |
| Her yellow skin and her dark curls, |
| And how her father's heart was frozen. |
| I spoke to her and I said, |
| "You won't regret the mother you have chosen." |
| I lied; where is she tonight? |
| |
| I left him; now we're apart, |
| And I think about his cruel heart |
| And how his lies have left mine broken. |
| To think that I spoke to him, and I said, |
| "She won't regret the father she has chosen." |
| I lied; where is he tonight? |
| |
| You were precious to me; |
| After all, I called you into being. |
| I wanted to love you. |
| Yes, you were precious to me. (Your mother, she has chosen.) |
| |
| And I miss my little boy, |
| I strayed away, so far away and I |
| Need him tonight, |
| To feel his hands around my face, |
| His loving eyes, his happy face would be |
| So right. |
| |
| Well, I sat in my husband's car, |
| Him in my arms, |
| Woke up and saw me crying. |
| My heart wouldn't work. |
| This he did, my special child, |
| He touched my face with his hand and smiled, oh, why, |
| Everything's alright. |
| Don't cry; everything's alright. |
| Don't cry; Jake's here tonight. |
| Don't hide; Jake's here alive. |
