There's a love he cannot hide
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Though he waits in the line to fight
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So he looks up to welcome you, his child
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Little stranger girl, you are home tonight
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He reaches out a thousand miles
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An sends his voice to where you lie
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And in your dreams he carries you, his child
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Little stranger girl, you are home tonight
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When you have grown, you may ask why
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And you will read these words he writes
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And they will say, I thank you, my child,
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Little stranger girl, you are home tonigt
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Little Stranger
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| Peter Bradley Adams |
