Lonely child please don't run, beneath the sky, moon or sun. You parents love you yes they do. The clouds have dimmed, but no one knew. Lonely child a lion prowls. This lion is special he'd dare not bite.
Lonely child go back home, cross the deserts where buffalo roamed.
The lord will lead you safe and clear. So don't you cry nor shed a tear. You parents miss your loving touch. Your loving hugs and summer blush. They miss the way you'd smile and grin.