Waiting for My Child

I was talking to a lady a few days ago And these are the words she said If you see my child somewhere As you journey here and there Tell him I'm waiting for my child to come home I am waiting and waiting for my child to come I am waiting and waiting for my child to come If he can't come home Could he please send me a letter A letter would mean so much to me Oh my child may be somewhere on his sick bed With no one there to rub his aching head Oh my child may be somewhere in some lonely jail With no one there to go his bail If I only knew what town my child was in I'll be there on that early morning train And no matter what the crime Lord, you know that this child is mine That's why I'd be waiting for my child to come home I am waiting and waiting for my child to come I am waiting and waiting for my child to come If he can't come home Could he please send me a letter A letter would mean so much to me I am waiting and waiting I am waiting and waiting I am waiting for my child to come home