Tom Paxton Little Lost Child
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
