This is the tale of a little boy   Wandering far from his home   Most of his family were with him then   And nothing but life did they own   Tortured by war in their native land   Their only recourse was to flight   Tracing the path of the sun by day   And led by the north star at night   Onward they pressed to the promised land   Not knowing if that was the way   And none of the children could understand   And this little boy used to say   Hey, hey, hey      Mama , where do we go from here   Mamma, why can' t we stay   Mamma, is daddy very near   Mamma, why do you pray      Down came the winter, the food was scarce   The people were falling like flies   Disease helped starvation make matters worse   And parents resorted to lies   Hush, your mamma will soon be well   Though all they can do is to wait   And one little boy hears the doctor tell   The others he thinks it' s too late   It' s too late      Mamma, he whispers quietly   Mamma, you' re looking old   Mamma, why don' t you answer me   Mamma, your hands feel cold      He rushes out into the chilly night   He can' t beleive what he has been told   The tears in his eyes start to blur his sight   And freeze on his face with the cold   But in the next camp, ther is a mother mild   Who' s mourning a son passed away   And fate brings the cries of the little child   To her just as he starts to say   Hey, hey, hey      Mamma, she knows what she must do   mamma, she thinks of her   Mamma, I must take the place of you   And take him into my care      Mamma, oh oh...